Cover di Down and Out Blues

Down and Out Blues
Album - 1959 - Debaser id 41856

di Sonny Boy Williamson

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Don't Start Me to Talkin' (02:37)
Sonny Boy Williamson • Down and Out Blues
Well, I'm goin down to Rosie's,
Stop at Fannie Mae's.
Gonna tell Fannie what I heard,
Her boyfriend say.
Don't start me to talkin,
I'll tell her everything I know.
I'm gonna break up this signifyin,
Cause somebody's got to go.
Jack give his wife two dollars,
Go downtown and get some mutton.
Gets out on the streets,
Ole George stopped her.
He knocked her down,
And blackened her eye,
She gets back home,
Tell her husband a lie.
Don't start me to talkin,
I'll tell everything I know.
I'm gonna break up this signifyin,
Somebody's got to go.
She borrowed some money,
To go to the beauty shop.
Jim honked his horn,
She begin to stop,
She said, "Take me, baby,"
"Around the block,"
"I'm goin to the beauty shop,"
"Where I can get my hair aside."
Don't start me to talkin,
I'll tell everything I know.
Well, to break up this signifyin,
Somebody's got to go.
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Fattening Frogs for Snakes (02:23)
Sonny Boy Williamson • Down and Out Blues
It took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
Took me a long time, to find out my mistakes
(it sho' did man)
But I bet you my bottom dollar, I'm not fattenin' no more frogs for snakes

I found out my downfall, back in nineteen and thirty
(I started checkin')
I found out my downfall, from nineteen and thirty
I'm tellin' all of my friends, I'm not fattenin' no more frogs for snakes

All right now... (solo)

Yeh it is nineteen and fifty-seven, I've got to correct all of my mistakes
Whoa man, nineteen and fifty-seven, I've got to correct all of my mistakes
I'm tellin' my friends includin' my wife and everybody else,
not fattenin' no more frogs for snakes
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Your Funeral and My Trial (02:32)
Sonny Boy Williamson • Down and Out Blues
Please come home to your daddy, and explain yourself to me
Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family
I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive
If you can't treat me no better, it gotta be your funeral and my trial
When I and you first got together, 't was on one Friday night
We spent two lovely hours together, and the world knows allright
I'm just beggin' you baby, please cut out that off the wall jive
You know you gotta treat me better, if you don't it gotta be your funeral and my trial
Alright...

(solo)

The good Lord made the world and everything was in it
The way my baby love is some solid sentiment
She can love to heal the sick and she can love to raise the dead
You think I'm jokin' but you better believe what I say
I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive
Yeh you gotta treat me better, or it gotta be your funeral and my trial
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