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One Dime Blues
written by Blind Lemon Jefferson

(Key of F; E chord capo 1)

I'm broke and I aint got a dime, I'm broke and I aint got a dime, I'm broke and aint got a dime, Everybody gets in hard luck sometime.

I was standing on East Cairo Street one day, I was standing on East Cairo Street one day, I was standing on East Cairo Street one day, One dime was all I had

Mamma, don't treat your daughter mean, Mamma, don't treat your daughter mean, Mamma, don't treat your daughter mean, That's the meanest woman a man has ever seen.

You want your friend to be bad like Jesse James, You want your friend to be bad like Jesse James, You want your friend to be bad like Jesse James, Just give'm a six shooter and highway some passenger train.

One dime was all I had, One dime was all I had, One dime was all I had, Try'n to be a sportin' lad

I bought that morning news, I bought that morning news, I bought that morning news, Then I bought a cigar too (?)

I'm Sober Now
written by Clarence "Pinetop" Smith (1904-1929)

(... you aint bought the first drink tonight, so I'm gonna get all of you told.)

Now I don't mind playing any time y'all can make me drunk But Mr Pinetop is sober now.

Now I've been playing the blues round here for you the whole night long, and y'all aint bought the first jug somehow. Now its getting 'round that time and I have to bide, I need a little cold whiskey to keep me warm inside, Cos I don't mind playing any time y'all can make me drunk But Mr Pinetop is sober now.

I don't mind playing any time y'all can make me drunk But Mr Pinetop is sober now. Now say I've been playing the piano round here for you the whole night long, and y'all aint bought the first drink somehow.

Now if the house catches on fire, and there ain't no water around, landlady pour that gallon jug out the window, and let the shack burn on down. Cos I don't mind playing any time y'all can make me drunk But Mr Pinetop is sober now.

(now just to show you I can play the blues I'm gonna strike them again for you)

Goodbye Booze
written by Charlie Poole

Oh goodbye booze for evermore My boozing days will soon be o'er Oh, I had a good time, and we couldn't agree You see what booze has done for me

She's tore my clothes, she's swelled my head So goodbye booze, I'm going to bed Oh, I had a good time, and we couldn't agree You see what booze has done for me

She swelled my head, she broke my heart So goodbye booze, we now shall part Oh, I had a good time, but we couldn't agree You see what booze has done for me

She whispered low, how sweet it sounds! Please take another ride on the merry-go-round Oh, I had a good time, and we couldn't agree You see what booze has done for me

Waiting For A Train
written by Jimmy Rogers

(F, B flat, Dm7, G7, C7)

All around the water tank waitin’ for a train I’m a thousand miles away from home, Sleeping in the rain. Well, I walked up to a brake-man just to make a line of talk. He says, “If you’ve got money I’ll see that you don’t walk.” I haven’t got a nickel not a penny can I show. “Get off, get off, you railroad bum,” and slammed the box-car door. Yo-de-o-la-ee, oh la-ee, oh la-ee

He put me off in Texas, a state I dearly love. The wide open spaces all around me, the moon and stars up above. Nobody seems to want me Or lend me a helping hand. I’m on my way from ‘Frisco, going back to Dixieland. Though my pocket book is empty and my heart is full of pain. I’m a thousand miles away from home just waiting for a train. Yo-de-o-la-ee, oh la-ee, oh la-ee

Six Cold Feet In The Ground
written by Leroy Carr

Just remember me baby, when I'm in six feet of cold, cold ground. Just remember me baby, when I'm in six feet of cold, cold ground. Always think of me momma. Just say "That's a good man gone down."

Don't cry baby, baby after I'm gone. Don't cry baby. Don't cry after I'm gone. I guess a good man left you, and I ain't done nothing wrong

Just lay my body, baby in six cold feet of ground. Just lay my body, baby in six cold feet of ground. Well I don't have to be the loser, when the deal goes down.

Deep Blue Sea Blues
written by Clara Smith (1894 - 1935)

My man's on the ocean, bobbin' up and down; He belongs to other vamps but he's always on my mind. Girls, take a tip from me You know how I feel when my man at sea.

I get the blues for the deep blue sea Nothing but a ship can satisfy me New York to Mobile can change my mind I feel like getting' in a aeroplane an' flyin'.

When I hear that whistle blow I know the ship is made the shore Ain't but one man an' this is one that can satisfy me That's the man that reels an' rockin' on the deep blue sea I mean, the deep blue sea.

When I hear that whistle blow I know the ship is made the shore Ain't but one man an' this is one that can satisfy me That's the man that reels an' rockin' on the deep blue sea I mean, the deep blue sea.

Evil Minded Blues
written by Virginia Liston (1890-1932)

Feeling bad this morning all evil and blue Feeling bad this morning and evil and blue An evil-minded man, will keep you evil minded too

Some folks get evil because there’s nothing else to do Some folks get evil because there’s nothing else to do They get mad at someone else and take the spite out on you

If you try to be good men will make a fool out of you If you try to be good men will make a fool out of you But if you are evil minded he’ll stand for anything you do

Superstitious men have a sign for everything you do Superstitious men have a sign for everything you do But there’s a good excuse they’ve got when they’re mistreating you

You can call me bad luck call me anything you choose You can call me bad luck call me anything you choose I’m disagreeable and mean and I’ve got the Evil Minded Blues

Daddy Wouldn't Buy Me A Bow Wow
Written by Joseph Tabrar (1857 - 1931)

I love my little cat, I do With soft black silky hair It comes with me each day to school And sits upon the chair When teacher says "why do you bring That little pet of yours?" I tell her that I bring my cat Along with me because

Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow! Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow! I've got a little cat And I'm very fond of that But I'd rather have a bow-wow Wow, wow, wow, wow

We used to have two tiny dogs Such pretty little dears But daddy sold 'em 'cause they used To bite each other's ears I cried all day, at eight each night Papa sent me to bed When Ma came home and wiped my eyes I cried again and said

Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow! Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow! I've got a little cat And I'm very fond of that But I'd rather have a bow-wow Wow, wow, wow, wow

I'll be so glad when I get old To do just as I "likes" I'll keep a parrot and at least A half a dozen tykes And when I've got a tiny pet I'll kiss the little thing Then put it in its little cot And on to it I'll sing

Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow! Daddy wouldn't buy me a bow-wow! bow wow! I've got a little cat And I'm very fond of that But I'd rather have a bow-wow Wow, wow, wow, wow




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