Diving Duck Blues, Sleepy John Estes (John Estes), 1929

Original recording: Sleepy John Estes (Vocal and Guitar), Yank Rachell (Mandolin), Jab Jones (Piano)




Recording information
: Recorded for Victor Records on September 26th, 1929 

Other covers:

Taj MahalJohnny Winter 

Lyrics

Divin’ Duck Blues – Sleepy John Estes
Self-accompanied, with Jab Jones, piano and Yank Rachell, mandolin

Now if the river was whiskey, and I was a divin’ duck
Now if the river was whiskey, I was a divin’ duck
I would dive on the bottom, never would come up

Don’t never take a married woman to be your friend
Don’t never take, married woman to be your friend
She will get all your money, give it to her other man

Now, a married woman always been my crave (2)
Now a married woman gon’ carry me to my grave

Now ain’t it hard to love some else, then? (2)
You can’t get her when you want her, have to use her when you can

Now the sun gon’ shine on my back door someday
Now the sun gonna shine on my back door some day
Now the wind gonna rise gonna blow my blues away

Now I went to the railroad, looked up at the sun (2)
If the train don’t hurry gon’ be some walkin’ done

The Dying Crapshooter’s Blues, Blind Willie McTell (Willie McTell), 1940

Original recording:  Blind Willie McTell (Guitar and Vocals)


Dying Crapshooter's Blues - The Ultimate Collection
Recording information:  

One of ten recordings made for the Library of Congress in 1940 for which McTell was paid 10 dollars. McTell has a nice story telling style. McTell recorded this twice later but we think this is the first.

Other covers

David Bromberg, Paul Geremia, Rosa Henderson and others 

Lyrics:

Little Jesse was a gambler night and day
He used crooked cards and dice
Sinful guy good hearted but had no soul
Heart was hard and cold like ice
Jesse was a wild reckless gambler
Won a gang of change
Although’ a many gambler’s heart he led in pain
Began to spend a-loose his money
Began to be blue sad and all alone
His heart had even turned to stone
What broke Jesse’s heart while he was blue and all alone
Sweet Lorena packed up and gone
Police walked up and shot my friend Jesse down
Boys I got to die today
He had a gang of crapshooters and gamblers at his bedside
Here are the words he had to say
Guess I ought to know
Exactly how I wants to go
(How you wanna go Jesse?)
Eight crapshooters to be my pallbearers
Let ‘em be veiled down in black
I want nine men going to the graveyard Bubba
And eight men comin’ back
I want a gang of gamblers gathered ’round my coffin-side
Crooked card printed on my hearse
Don’t say the crapshooters’ll never grieve over me
My life been a doggone curse
Send poker players to the graveyard
Dig my grave with the ace of spades
I want twelve polices in my funeral march
High sheriff playin’ blackjack lead the parade
I want the judge and solic’ter who jailed me 14 times
Put a pair of dice in my shoes (then what?)
Let a deck of cards be my tombstone
I got the dyin’ crapshooter’s blues
Sixteen real good crapshooters
Sixteen bootleggers
to sing a song
Sixteen racket men gamblin’
Couple tend bar while I’m rollin’ along
He wanted 22 womens outta the Hampton Hotel
26 off-a South Bell
29 women outta North Atlanta
Know little Jesse didn’t pass out so swell
His head was achin’ heart was thumpin’
Little Jesse went to hell bouncin’ and jumpin’
Folks don’t be standin’ around ole Jesse cryin’
He wants everybody to do the Charleston
whilst he dyin’
One foot up a toenail dragging
Throw my buddy Jesse in the hoodoo wagon
Come here mama with that can of booze
The dyin crapshooter’s leavin’ the world
The dyin’ crapshooter’s goin’ down slow
With the dyin’ crapshooter’s blues

Turtle Blues, Janis Joplin (Janis Joplin), 1968

Original recording:  Janis Joplin (Vocals) backed by Big Brother and the Holding Company


Turtle Blues - Janis

Recording information:
 

Recorded for Columbia in 1968. 

Other covers

Bonnie Tyler, Timothea and others

Lyrics:

Ah I’m a mean mean woman I don’t mean no one man no good no
I’m a mean mean woman I don’t mean no one man no good
I just treats ‘em like I wants to I never treats ‘em honey like I should
Oh Lord I once had a daddy he said he’d give me everything in sight
Once had a daddy said he’d give me everything in sight yes he did
So I said Honey, I want the sunshine, you take the stars out of the night,
come on and give ‘em to me, babe, ’cause I want ‘em right now
I ain’t the kind of woman who’d make your life a bed of ease ha ha ha ha!
No no no no no no no no no
I’m not the kind of woman no to make your life a bed of ease
Yeah but if you if you just wanna go out drinkin’ honey won’t you invite me along please
Oh I’ll be so good to ya babe yeah!
Whoa go on!
I guess I’m just like a turtle that’s hidin’ underneath its horny shell
Whoa whoa oh yeah like a turtle hidin’ underneath its hard-ass shell
But you know I’m very well protected I know this goddamn life too well
Oh! Now call me mean you can call me evil yeah yeah I’ve been called much worse things around honey don’t ya know I have!
Whoa call me mean or call me evil I’ve been called much worse things all things around
yeah but I’m gonna take good care of Janis yeah
Honey ain’t no one gonna dog me down
Alright yeah

Frisco Train Blues, Alger “Texas” Alexander (Alger “Texas” Alexander),1928

Original recording:  Alger “Texas” Alexander (Vocals)

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Before the Blues Vol. 3 - Various Artists
Recording information:

Recorded for Okeh Records in 1928

 

 

Maybelline, Chuck Berry (Chuck Berry / Russell Fratto / Alan Freed)

Original recording:  Chuck Berry (Guitar and Vocals)

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Maybelline - Chuck Berry Is On Top
Recording information:

Recorded for Chess Records

Lyrics:

Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
You’ve started back doing the things you used to do.

As I was motivatin’ over the hill
I saw Maybellene in a coup de ville.
A Cadillac a-rollin’ on the open road,
nothin’ will outrun my V8 Ford.
The cadillac doin’ ’bout ninety-five,
she’s bumper to bumber rollin’ side by side.

Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
You’ve started back doing the things you used to do.

Pink in the mirror on top of the hill,
it’s just like swallowin’ up a medicine pill.
First thing I saw that Cadillac grille
doin’ a hundred and ten gallopin’ over that hill.
Offhill curve, a downhill strecth,
me and that Cadillac neck by neck.

Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
You’ve started back doing the things you used to do.

The Cadillac pulled up ahead of the Ford,
the Ford got hot and wouldn’t do no more.
It then got clody and it started to rain,
I tooted my horn for a passin’ lead
the rain water blowin’ all under my hood,
I knew that was doin’ my motor good.

Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
You’ve started back doing the things you used to do.

The motor cooled down, the heat went down
and that’s when I heard that highway sound.
The Cadillac a-sittin’ like a ton of lead
a hundred and ten a half a mile ahead.
The Cadillac lookin’ like it’s sittin’ still
and I caught Maybellene at the top of the hill.

Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
Oh Maybellene, why can’t you be true?
You’ve started back doing the things you used to do. 

Uncle Bob’s Barrelhouse Blues , Mike Bloomfield 1993

Original recording:  Mike Bloomfield (Guitar)

Sweet Chicago Blues – Mike Bloomfield

Recording information:

Released by Hho Licensing in 1993

 

 

Still Got The Blues, Gary Moore (Gary Moore), 1990

Original recording:  Gary Moore (Guitar and Vocals)


Still Got the Blues - Still Got the Blues

Recording information:
  Recorded for CBS Records in 1990. The late Gary Moore with a slow blues ballad

Other covers:

None known

Lyrics:

Use to be so easy
To give my heart away
But I found that the heartache
was the price you have to pay
I found that that love is no friend of mine
I should have know’n time after time

So long
it was so long ago
But I’ve still got the blues for you

Use to be so easy
Fall in love again
But I found that the heartache
It’s a roll that leeds to pain
I found that love is more than just a game
Play and to win
but you loose just the same

So long
it was so long ago
But I’ve still got the blues for you

So many years since I seal you face
You will my heart
there’s an emty space
Used to be

(SOLO)

So long
it was so long ago
But I’ve still got the blues for you

Golden days come and go
There is one thing I know
I’ve still got the blues for you

Democrat Blues, Bobo Jenkins 1954

Original recording:  Bobo Jenkins (Guitar and Vocals)

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Best of Blues, Vol. 3: The Golden Age of Harmonica Blues 1956 - Various Artists
Recording information:

Recorded for Chess Records in 1954

 

 

Illinois Blues, Alvin Youngblood Hart (Skip James), 1998

Original recording:  Alvin Youngblood Hart (Guitar and Vocals)

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Illinois Blues - Territory
Recording information:

Recorded for the Hannibal label in 1998

Lyrics:

You go to Banglin’, tell my boys
You go to Banglin’, tell my boys
What times I’m havin’ up in Illinois
In Illinois, up in Illinois
When I gin my little cotton I’m going to sell my seed
When I gin my little cotton and sell my seed
I’m gonna give my baby, everything she need
Everything she need, ev’rything she need
I’m gonna give my baby everything she need
You know, I been in Texas and I been in Arkansas
I been in Texas and I been in Arkansas
But I never had a good time till I got to Illinois

Up in Illinois, up in Illinois
The people will treat you just so-so so’
You’ll never go back to old Banglin’ no more
Never no more, never no more
I been to Chicago and I been to Detroit
I been to Chicago and I been to Detroit
But I never had a good time till I got up in Illinois
In Illinois, up in Illinois
When you go down in Banglin’, will you tell my boys
When you go down in Banglin’, tell my boys
What a good time’s a-waitin’ up in Illinois
Up in Illinois, up in Illinois 

Keep On Playing The Blues, Larry Garner (Larry Garner), 2002

Original recording:  Larry Garner (Guitar and Vocals)

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Keep On Playing the Blues - Embarrassment to the Blues?
Recording information:

Recorded for Ruff Records in 2002

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