The Hucklebuck, Earl Hooker (Andy Gibson, Roy Alfred),1992

Original recording:  Earl Hooker (Guitar)

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Recording information:

Released on Charly Records 1992


 

Night Time Is The Right Time, Roosevelt Sykes (Roosevelt Sykes and Leroy Carr), 1937

Original recording:  Roosevelt Sykes (Piano and Vocals)

Recording information:

Recorded for Decca in 1937

Bad Luck And Trouble, Lightning Hopkins (Rosenbaum), 1948

Original recording:  Lightnin’ Hopkins (Guitar and Vocals)

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Hard times killing floor blues, Jo Ann Kelly (Skip James), 1966

Original recording:  Jo Ann Kelly (Guitar and Vocals)

Recording information:

Recorded for Shanachie Records in 1966

Other covers

Skip JamesR. L. Burnside and others

Lyrics:

Hard time here and everywhere you go
Times is harder than ever been before

And the people are driftin’ from door to door
Can’t find no heaven, I don’t care where they go

Hear me tell you people, just before I go
These hard times will kill you just dry long so

Well, you hear me singin’ my lonesome song
These hard times can last us so very long

If I ever get off this killin’ floor
I’ll never get down this low no more
No-no, no-no, I’ll never get down this low no more

And you say you had money, you better be sure
‘Cause these hard times will drive you from door to door

Sing this song and I ain’t gonna sing no more
Sing this song and I ain’t gonna sing no more
These hard times will drive you from door to door

Goin Down to the River, Mississippi Fred McDowell (Mississippi Fred McDowell),1959

Original recording:  Mississippi Fred McDowell (Guitar and Vocals)

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Recording information:

Recorded for Rounder Records 1959

Lyrics:

I’m goin’ down that river

I’m goin-a take that right hand road
I’m goin’ down the river
I’m goin-a take that right hand road
Lord, I ain’t gon’ stop walkin’
‘Till I get in sweet mama’s arms

Lord, the girl I’m lovin’
She got that great long curly hair
Lord, the girl I’m lovin’
Got the great long curly hair
Lord, her mama an her papa, Lord
Sure don’t allow me there

Lord, allow me
Sure don’t allow me
Sure don’t allow me
Sure don’t allow me
Sure don’t allow
Allow me there
Lord, Lord
Sho’ don’t allow
‘llow me there

(guitar & comb)

Sun rose this mornin’, baby
Lord, I was layin’ down on my flo’
Lord, the sun rose this mornin’
I was layin’ down on my flo’
Lord, no woman to love me
Baby, even no place to go

Lord, nobody
Love me, baby
Lord, no place
Place to go
Lord
Even no, place to go
Lordy, Lordy, Lord, Lord

(guitar)

Lord, I’m goin’ away, baby
Don’t you wanna go?
I’m goin’ away, baby
Mama, don’t you wanna go?
Lord, I’m goin’ somewhere
I ain’t never been before

Oh, Lord, I
Lord, I’m goin’
Goin’ somewhere
I ain’t never
Been befo’
Lord, Lord.

Saturday Blues, Ishman Bracey (Ishman Bracey), 1928

Original recording:  Ishman Bracey (Guitar and Vocals)

 

Recording information:

Recorded for Document Records in 1928. Its interesting that this recording is almost 3 and a half minutes long when there usually was a three minute limit to recording equipment of that time.

Lyrics:

Now you tell me, mama
Do you fake disguise
Kid wit’ you, hid all day
Run to me at night

Wit’ yo’ kid all day
An run to me at night
Wit’ yo’ kid all day
An run to me at night

Now, my big love woman
Tote my pocket change
And my, sometimes woman
Won’t do the same

An you better not let my
Angel catch you here
Don’t never let my
Angel catch you here

‘Cause it’s ain’t no tellin’
What she might do
Now, an she might cut you
And she might shoot you, too

Now, an she might cut you
She might shoot you, too
Lord, she might cut you
She might shoot you, too

Now, she’s the meanest woman
That I’ve ever seen
And when I ask for water
Gave me gasoline

Now, I asked her for water
Gave me gasoline
Lord, an asked for water
Gave me gasoline

Now, if you want yo’ woman
To look like the rest
You buy her high-brown powder
Palmer’s Skin Success

You buy her high-brown powder
Palmer Skin Success
Buy her high-brown powder
Palmer Skin Success

Now, I’ve got 4, 5 puppies
An got 1 shaggy hound
It takes all them dogs
To run my women down

It takes all them dogs to
Run my women down
6 for them dogs to
Run my women down

Now, just 4, 5 puppies
An got 1 shaggy hound
It takes all them dogs
To run my women down

It takes all them dogs to
Run my women down
Takes 4 a-them dogs to
Run my women down.

Shake ‘Em On Down, Bukka White (Bukka White), 1937

Original recording:  Bukka White (Guitar and Vocals)

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Recording information:

Originally recorded for Vocalion in 1937. This is from the Album “Parchman Farm” released by CBC Records in 1994.

Other covers

Mississippi Fred McDowellLightnin’ HopkinsFurry LewisBo CarterDavid “Honeyboy” EdwardsR. L. Burnside and others

Lyrics:

Yes, you’re a nice girl, mama
And little girl
Night before day
We gonna
Shake ‘em on down

I need some time holler, now
Oh, must I shake ‘em on down
I done shout hollerin’, now
Must I shake ‘em on down

Too much is debted to me
Through the week
Save these chili peppers
Some ol’ rainy day, here

Best I’m hollerin’, now
Ooh, must I shake ‘em on down
I done shout hollerin’, now
Must I shake ‘em on down, now

Fix my supper
Let me go to bed
This white lightnin’ done gone
To my head

Oh, must I holler now
Ooh, must I shake ‘em on down
I done shout hollerin’, now
Must I shake ‘em on down

I ain’t been in Georgia, babe
I been told
Georgia women got the best
Jellyroll

These nights time holler, now
Oh, must I shake ‘em on down
I done shout hollerin’, mama
Must I shake ‘em on down

See See mama, heard
You, done-done
Made me love you, now I know
Man done coming

Best I’m hollerin’, now
Oh, must I shake ‘em on down
I done shout hollerin’, mama
Must I shake ‘em on down

Pretty girl’s got
They don’t know
What it is
Make me drunk at that old
Whiskey still

It’s best I’m hollerin’, now
Oh, must I shake ‘em on down
I done shout hollerin’
Must I shake ‘em on down. 

Too bad, Eric Clapton and Steve Winwood (Eric Clapton)

Original recording:  Eric Clapton (Guitar and Vocals), Steve Winwood (Keyboards)

 

Recording information:

Recorded for Polydor

Lyrics:

It’s too bad I don’t love you, for you have worried me night and day.
It’s too bad I don’t love you, for you have worried me night and day.
Till my heart begins to stammer and my hair is turning gray.

It’s too bad I don’t need you, because we get along so good.
It’s too bad I don’t need you, because we get along so good.
You must be thinking, ’bout this time, that my poor heart is made of wood.

It’s too bad I don’t miss you, ’cause you are always on my mind.
It’s too bad I don’t miss you, ’cause you are always on my mind.
I want to stay around your circle and learn to love you all the time.

Gambling Bar Room Blues, Jimmie Rodgers (Jimmie Rodgers, Shelly Lee Alley)

Original recording:  Jimmie Rodgers (Guitar)

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Recording information:

Country Music claims him as the man who started it all and he is one of the first members of the Rock and Roll Hall of Fame but he knew something about the blues as well. Here is “the Singing Brakeman”

Lyrics:

Hoho-heyhey, the gamblin’ bar room blues

I went down to the corner just to meet my gal
I found her standin’ on the sidewalk talkin’ to my pal

I stroke back to the bar room to get another drink of gin
But the first thing I knew I was reelin’, rockin’ and drunk agin

I kept drinkin’ gin and liquor ’till way …
When my pal walked into the bar room we had an awfull fight

I reached down for my razor, and then we knocked around
But when I pulled my pistol I quickly smoked him down

Heyhee-heyho, ho-hoohoo
Hoo-oo-hoo-oo, hoo-ho, ho-hey-ho

I went down to see my baby, and met her on the way
I told her I’d have to leave her, I told her I could not stay

I started down to the station and stopped in at the bar
There I met a policeman ridin’ in a motor car

We both drank lots of liquor, that flatfooted cop and I
I thought he would never leave me, Lord, I thought I die

My baby came in to join us, and then it began to rain
Then I had to hurry-hurry to catch that midnight train

I laid my head in the bar room door, I ‘ll never get drunk anymore
I pawn my watch and my golden chain, I pawn my baby’s diamond ring

Police, police, police, you’re just as drunk as me
I’ll grab that old eight-wheeler* and make for the deep blue sea 

Louisiana Blues, Muddy Waters (M. Morganfield), 1948

Original recording:  Muddy Waters (Guitar and Vocals)

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Recording information:

Recorded for Chess Records in 1948. One of his first Chicago recordings

Other covers

John Hammond Jr., Savoy Brown and others 

Lyrics:

I’m going down in Louisiana, baby, behind the sun
I’m going down in Louisiana, honey, behind the sun
Well, you know I just found out my troubles just begun

I’m going down in New Orleans, hmmmh, get me a mojo hand
I’m going down in New Orleans, get me a mojo hand
(spoken aside by Little Walter) Aw, take me wit’ ya when you go
I’m gonna show all you good looking women, just how to treat your man

(spoken) Let’s go back to N’Orleans, boys

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