Someone Else is Steppin In, Z.Z. Hill

Original recording:  Z.Z. Hill  (Vocals)

Lyrics:

I came home this morning
 Oh what a shock
 When I found out my key
 No longer fit my lock
 Oh baby
 You just go right back out there where you’ve been
 ‘Cause while you were slippin’ out
 Oh someone else was slippin’ in

 I thought I was your fool
 That you could count on
 One was right there
 When no one else is at home
 But oh baby
 I think I found myself a new friend
 But while you were slippin’ out
 Oh Lord, someone else was slippin’ in

 Now cry your heart out
 Oh you don’t mean a thing to me
 I’m a brand new man
 And you can plainly see
 A new way to walk people and of wearin’ my hair
 This big smile you see on my face
 You didn’t put it there

 I got a new way of wearin’ my hair
 This big smile on my face babe
 You didn’t put it there
 Oh baby
 You just take me back out there where you’ve been
 ‘Cause while you were slippin’ out
 Someone else was slippin’ in
 Oh Lord

 Now cry your heart out
 Oh you don’t mean a thing to me
 I’m a brand new man
 Even Stevie Wonder can see
 A new way to walk people and of wearin’ my hair
 This big smile on my face baby
 You didn’t put it there

 I got a new way of wearin’ my hair
 This big smile on my face
 You didn’t put it there
 Oh baby
 You just go right back out there where you’ve been
 ‘Cause while you were slippin’ out
 Someone else was slippin’ in
 I said while you were slippin’ out
 Someone else was slippin’ in
 I said while you were slippin’ out
 Oh someone else was slippin’ in
 I said while you were slippin’ out
 Someone else was slippin’ in

 

 

 

 

At Last, Etta James 

Original recording:  Etta James (Vocals)

Lyrics:

I was never spellbound by a starry sky
 What is there to moon glow, when love has passed you by
 Then there came a midnight and the world was new
 Now here am I so spellbound, darling
 Not by stars, but just by you

At last my love has come along
 My lonely days are over and life is like a song
 At Last the skies above are blue
 My heart was wrapped up in clovers the night I looked at you
 I found a dream that I can speak to
 A dream that I can call my own
 I found a thrill to press my cheek to
 A thrill I’ve never known
 You smiled and then the spell was cast
 And here we are in Heaven
 For you are mine at last

At last my love has come along
 My lonely days are over and life is like a song
 At last the skies above are blue
 My heart was wrapped in clover the night I looked at you
 I found a dream that I can speak to
 A dream that I can call my own
 I found a thrill to press my cheek to
 A thrill I’ve never known
 You smiled and then the spell was cast
 And here we are in Heaven.

 

 

 

 

I can’t stop lovin’ you , Elmore James

Original recording:  Elmore James (Guitar and Vocals)

 

 

 

 

 

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. 

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