Get Behind The Mule, John Hammond (T. Waits, K. Brennan), 2001

Original recording: John Hammond Jr.  (Guitar and Vocals)

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Recording information:
Recorded for Virgin Records and released in 2001 

Other covers

Tom Waits

Booker T. Jones

Lyrics:

Molly be damned smote Jimmy the Harp
With a horrid little pistol and a lariat
She’s goin to the bottom
And she’s goin down the drain
Said she wasn’t big enough to carry it

She got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
She got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
She got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
She got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow

Choppity chop goes the axe in the woods
You gotta meet me by the fall down tree
Shovel of dirt upon a coffin lid
And I know they’ll come lookin for me boys
And I know they’ll come a-lookin for me

Got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow
Got to get behind the Mule
In the morning and plow

Big Jack Earl was 8’1
He stood in the road and he cried
He couldn’t make her love him
Couldn’t make her stay
But tell the good Lord that he tried
(Chorus)
Dusty trail from Atchison to Placerville
On the wreck of the Weaverville stage
Beaula fired on Beatty for a lemonade
I was stirring my brandy with a nail boys
Stirring my brandy with a nail
(Chorus)
Well the rampaging sons of the widow James
Jack the cutter and the pock marked kid
Had to stand naked at the bottom
Of the cross
And tell the good lord what they did
Tell the good lord what they did
(Chorus)
Punctuated birds on the power line
In a Studebaker with the Birdie Joe Joaks
I’m diggin all the way to China
With a silver spoon
While the hangman fumbles with the noose, boys
The hangman fumbles with the noose
(Chorus)
Pin your ear to the wisdom post
Pin your eye to the line
Never let the weeds get higher
Than the garden
Always keep a sapphire in your mind
Always keep a diamond in your mind

I’m Wild About That Thing, Bessie Smith (Spencer Williams), 1929

Original recording:  Bessie Smith (Vocals)

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Recording information:

Recorded for Columbia 1929

Lyrics:

Honey baby, won’t you cuddle near,
just sweet mama whisper in your ear
I’m wild about that thing, it makes me laugh and sing,
give it to me papa, I’m wild about that thing

Do it easy, honey, don’t get rough,
from you, papa, I can’t get enough
I’m wild about that thing, I’m wild about that thing,
everybody knows it, I’m wild about that thing

Please don’t hold it, baby, when I cry,
give me every bit of it or else I’ll die
I’m wild about that thing, ja da ging ging ging,
all the time I’m cryin’, I’m wild about that thing

What’s the matter, papa, please don’t stop,
don’t you know I love it and I want it all?
I’m wild about that thing, just give my bell a ring,
you touched my button, I’m wild about that thing

If you want so satisfy my soul,
come on and rock me with a steady roll
I’m wild about that thing, gee I like your ting-a-ling,
kiss me like you mean it, I’m wild about that thing

Come on turn the lights down low,
say you’re ready, just say let’s go
I’m wild about that thing, I’m wild about that thing,
come on and make me feel it, I’m wild about that thing

I’m wild about it when you hold me tight,
let me linger in your arms all night
I’m wild about that thing, my passions got the fling,
come on, hear me cryin’, I’m wild about that thing

Hot Tamales (They’re Red Hot), Robert Johnson (Robert Johnson) 1936

Original recording:  Robert Johnson (Vocals and Guitar)

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Lyrics:

Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got’em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got’em for sale
I got a girls, say she long and tall
She sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got’em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got’em for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they’re red hot,
yes she got’em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got’em for sale
She got two for a nickel, got four for a dime
Would sell you more, but they ain’t none of mine
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got’em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got’em for sale, yes, yeah Hot tamales and they’re red hot,
yes she got’em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got’em for sale
I got a letter from a girl in the room
Now she got something good she got to bring home soon, now
Its hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got’em for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they’re red hot,
yes she got em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got em for sale
(spoken) They’re too hot boy!
The billy got back in a bumble bee nest
Ever since that he can’t take his rest, yeah
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes you got’em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got’em for sale Hot tamales and they’re red hot,
yes she got’em for sale
(spoken) Man don’t mess around em hot tamales now
(spoken) Cause they too black bad, if you mess around em hot tamales
(spoken) I’m onna upset your backbone, put your kidneys to sleep
(spoken) I’ll due to break away your liver and dare your heart to beat bout my
Hot tamales cause they red hot, yes they got em for sale, I mean
Yes, she got em for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they’re red hot,
yes she got’em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got’em for sale
You know grandma left and grandpa too
Well I wonder what in the world we chillun gon do now
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got’em for sale, I mean
Yes she got’em for sale Hot tamales and they’re red hot,
yes she got’em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got’em for sale
Me and my babe bought a V-8 Ford
Well we wind that thing all on the runnin board, yes
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got’em for sale, I mean
Yes she got’em for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they’re red hot,
yes she got’em for sale
They’re too hot boy!
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes, now she got em for sale
You know the monkey, now the baboon playin in the grass
Well the monkey stuck his finger in that old ‘Good Gulf Gas’, now
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got’em for sale, I mean
Yes she got’em for sale, yeah Hot tamales and they’re red hot,
yes she got’em for sale
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got’em for sale
I got a girls, say she long and tall
Sleeps in the kitchen with her feets in the hall
Hot tamales and they’re red hot, yes she got’em for sale, I mean
Yes she got’em for sale, yeah 

Kidnapper’s Blues, Peetie Wheatstraw , 1936

Original recording:  Peetie Wheatstraw (Piano and Vocals), Kokomo Arnold (Guitar)

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Recording information:

Recorded for Vocalion Records in 1936

Other covers

None known

Lyrics:

Not available

 

Guitar Rag, Sylvester Weaver, 1923

Original recording: Sylvester Weaver (Guitar)

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Recorded in New York on November 2, 1923, it is the first recording of a slide guitar, and one of the first blues recordings. 

Other covers: Big Bill Broonzy, Bob Wills, Merle Travis, Chet Atkins

Don’t Try To Lay No Boogie-Woogie On The King Of Rock & Roll , Long John Baldry (Jeff Thomas), 1971

Original recording: Long John Baldry (Vocals), Micky Waller (Drums), Ian Armitt (Piano), Pete Sears (Bass), and Sammy Mitchell (Guitar)

Recording information: Recorded for Warner Brothers in 1971 on the “It Ain’t Easy” Album. One side of the Album was produced by Elton John and the other by Rod Stewart. 

This recording is fun and Baldry’s vocals are great.

Some sources credit Elton John with the piano work and Ron Wood on guitar. 

Judge Harsh Blues , Furry Lewis (Furry Lewis)

Original recording:  Furry Lewis (Guitar and Vocals)

 


 

Little Queen of Spades, Derek Trucks (Robert Johnson)

Original recording:, Derek Trucks  (Guitar)


 

Uncle Sam Says, Josh White (Josh White, Waring Cuney), 1941

Original recording: Josh White  (guitar and Vocals)

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Recording information:

Recorded for Document Records in 1941 

Other covers

None known

Lyrics:

Airplanes flying ‘cross the land and sea,
Everybody flying but a Negro like me.
Uncle Sam says, “Your place is on the ground,
When I fly my airplanes, don’t want no Negro ’round.”

The same thing for the Navy, when ships go to sea,
All they got is a mess boy’s job for me.
Uncle Sam says, “Keep on your apron, son,
You know I ain’t gonna let you shoot my big Navy gun.”

Got my long government letter, my time to go,
When I got to the Army found the same old Jim Crow.
Uncle Sam says, “Two camps for black and white,”
But when trouble starts, we’ll all be in that same big fight.

If you ask me, I think democracy is fine,
I mean democracy without the color line.
Uncle Sam says, “We’ll live the American way,”
Let’s get together and kill Jim Crow today.

Fishing Blues, Taj Mahal  (Henry Thomas, Taj Mahal, Jerry Williams), 1969

Original recording: Taj Mahal (Guitar and Vocals)

 


Recording information:

Recorded for Columbia Records, 1969

 

 

 

 

Other covers

John Sebastian and others

Lyrics:

Betcha’ goin’ fishing, all the time
Baby goin’ fishing too
Bet your life, your sweet wife
Catch more fish than you

Many fish bites, if you got good bait
Here’s a little tip that I would like to relate
Many fish bites, if you got good bait
I’m a goin fishing, yes I’m goin fishing
And my Baby goin fishing, too

I went on down to my favorite fishing hole
Baby grabbed me a pole and line
Throwed my pole on in
Caught a 9 pound Catfish
Now you know I brought him home for supper time

Proving, any fish bites if you got good bait
Here’s a little tip that I would like to relate
Many fish bites, if you got good bait
I’m a goin’ fishing, yes I’m goin’ fishing
And my Baby goin’ fishing, too

Baby brother about to run me outta my mind
Say, can I go fishing with you?
I took him on down to the fishing hole
Now what did you think that he did do?

Pulled a great big fish out the bottom of the pond
Now he laughed and jumped cause he was real gone
Many fish bites, if you got good bait
I’m a goin’ fishing, yes I’m goin’ fishing
And my Baby goin’ fishing, too

Put him in the pot baby put him in the pan
honey cook em until their nice and brown.
Make a batch of butter milk hoe cakes mama
and you chew them things and you chomp em on down

Singing, any fish bites if you got good bait
Here’s a little tip that I would like to relate
Many fish bites, if you got good bait
I’m a goin’ fishing, yes I’m goin’ fishing
And my Baby goin’ fishing, too

Betcha’ goin’ fishing, all the time
Baby goin’ fishing too
Bet your life, your sweet wife
Catch more fish than you

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