Bluebird Recordings 1937-1938 lyrics

Hello, little school girl
Good mo'nin, little school girl
Can I go home with you?
Can I go home, later wit' you?
Now, you can tell yo' mother an' yo' father, um
That Sonny Boy's a little school boy, too

I woke up-a this mo'nin'
I woke up-a this mo'nin'
Lord, n' I couldn't make me no
Lord, I couldn't make me, no town
Well, said I didn't have no blues, woman

Lord, I'm so blue
Lord, my baby has gone away
Lord, I'm so blue
Lord, my baby has gone away
Now, but that will be alright
Maybe she'll come back home, someday

I'm going to take Highway 61
Man, I'm gonna ride it from coast to coast
I'm going to take Highway 61
Man I'm gonna ride it from coast to coast
Now, my baby's goin' up the country
Lord, n' she won't come back no more

Now, go get the night light
Somethin' gettin' wrong with my Fridgidaire
Go get the light, now
Somethin' gettin' wrong with my Fridgidaire
Well now, what's gettin' to matter with it?
It take God, you know in this world, to tell

Now, I just bought me a brand new Fridgidaire
And I bought me a kitchen set, too
Now, I bought me a brand new Fridgidaire
I brought me a kitchen set, too

Now, when a little girl becomin' twelve years old
Beginin' to think she grown
Well, you can never catch that kinda
Little girl at home

But you have to go there early in the mornin'
Baby, 'bout the break of day
Now, you oughta see me grab the pillow
Where my baby used to lay

Now, that I've got a little woman
Her name is, Miss Kate
She told me to come to the house this mo'nin'

Now ever since, Louisa, been gone
My life don't seem the same
Now ever since, Louisa, been gone
My life don't seem the same
Now, you know it breaks my heart, an
To hear anybody call, Miss Louisa, names

Now, Miss Louisa, mistreated me
And she drove me from her door
Now, that Miss Louisa, she mistreated me
Lord, and she drove me from her door
Now, that will be alright with me

Now an' I'm goin' back down South
Man, where the weather suits my clothes
Now, I done fooled around in Chicago
Yank, I done almost froze
Now, that I done fooled around in Chicago
Lord, I done almost froze

Lord, my baby, my baby
She don't treat me good no mo'
Now, I know the reason she don't love me
She's wild about Mr. So an' So
Now I know the reason she don't love me

Now, I don't want no, no skinny woman
I want the woman, she got-a plenty of, Lord!
I don't want no skinny woman, I want some
A woman wit' a-plenty of meat
Now, we can roll all night long, an this woman
Won't have to stop 'n eat

Well, I've got so-oh, so many women
Now an I don't know who I love yet
Lord, I 've got me, so many women
'Till I'm, I really don't know who I want

Sonny Boy - spoken:

Who is that knockin' on that do'?
I believe that, that's collector man
Man, go tell him I ain't got a dime, t'day
Tell him I ain't made a penny all this week
Tell him I'm just as broke as I can be
Or just knock 'em down
Tell him but I have some money, sometime.

Sonny Boy - sings:

Now go open the door
Here come that collector man
Go open the door

Now, you gotten fruit on your tree
Lemons on your shelf
Now, you know lovin' mama
That you can't squeeze them all yourself

Now, I said please let me be your lemon squeezer
Now, whilst I'm in your lonesome town
Now, if you let me be your lemon squeezer
Lord, until my love come down

Now, it makes no difference, baby
Um, what yo' mama don't allow

Miss Dolly Mae, Miss Dolly Mae
I want you to fix my baby's hair for me
Miss Dolly Mae, Miss Dolly Mae
I want you to fix my baby's hair for me
I want you to give her one, don't cope wit' no curl
That would last her about two or three week

I want you to curl it in the top
And have to curls hangin' down
I want you curl in the front
And have those curls hangin' down

Well, that I got somethin' to tell ya, black gal
Black gal, that ya' ought know
I can get me a woman, black gal
Most ev'rywhere I go

But Lord, knows I'm-a wild about you, black gal
I'm just as crazy as I can be
Lord, knows I'm wild about you, black gal
You ought to be a fool about me

Well now, look-a-here, black gal
Black gal, you oughta be ashamed

Lord, I had a woman
She was nice lovin' in ev'ry way
Lord, I had a woman
She was nice lovin' in ev'ry way
Lord, but she died an left me
I have the blues on ev'ry *Decoration Day

Lord, I hated to see her leave me
Because these are the last words
My baby had to say
Lord, I hate to see her leave me
Because these are the last words
My baby had to say

Well, I don't run no fillin' station
I don't sell no gas
I done brought my problem
My burners heat too fast

You got the bottle up and gone
You got the bottle up and gone
You know that high-powered mama
That your papa got your water on

Well now look-a-here, baby
What you been waitin' on?
Say ya didn't love me
I'd-a done been gone

You got the bottle up and gone

Oh, I'm gettin', yes I'm gettin' tired
A-you truckin' my blues away
I'm gettin' so tired, a-tellin' ya 'bout
The same thing ev'ryday

Now, here I sit 'chere on the fence
Now, you don't come n' get me
Ya ain't got no sense
An I'm gettin', yes I'm gettin' so tired
A-you truckin' my blues away

(harmonica & guitar)

Yes, I'm gettin', I'm gettin' really tired a-you

Now when I left out of Jackson
My baby was standin' in her do'
Now when I left out of Jackson
I rode that *M&O

Now, my baby like the Chevrolet
But I believe I'll buy a V8 Fo'
She say, 'Is he too fast
To try to hold in the road?'

Well, I'm goin' back to Jackson
Good old Jackson, Tennessee
I can't do no good up here
I've gotten the jinx on me

(harmonica & guitar)

Special deliver man, special deliver man
Please take this letter down to Brownville for me
Special deliver man, special deliver Man
Please take this letter down to Brownville, for me
Now that you can tell Miss Cornelius, I'm up here in Chicago
Oh, but I'm just as blue as I can be

Special deliver man, she may not be at home
Not but you need to worry about knockin' on her door

Well, well, well, well
I've got to get some money
I wants to buy a V8 Ford
Hee-yeah, got to get some money
I wants to buy a V8 Ford
Well, well, well
I want to ride this new highway
Ooo-ooo, that the project just completed
And we can go on

Well now, as I ride this new highway
Lord, n' I'm 'onna cross the Gulf of Mexico
Eee-yeah, ride this new highway

Sugar mama, sugar mama
Sugar mama please come back to me
Sugar mama, sugar mama
Sugar mama please come back to me
Bring me my 'gradulated' sugar
Sugar mam, an try to ease my misery

You've got this new grade of sugar
Sugar mama, an you done made me love it, too
You've got this new grade of sugar
Sugar mama, an you done made me love it, too
You've got this 'gradulated' sugar

Now here goes the Sunny Land
Runnin' on this Frisco line
Here goes this Sunny Land
Runnin' on this Frisco line
Now, that's the same train come through Jackson
You know, an stold that little woman of mine

Lord, e'rytime
I hear that lonesome Sunny Land, blow
E'ry time
I hear that lonesome Sunny Land, blow
Now you know, it make me feel lonesome?
'What man?'

Suzanna
Baby, please come on back home to me
Suzanna
Baby, please come on back home to me
Well, that if I'd a-been anyways, contrary
Then God, knows I did not intend to be

Now that Suzanna just my type, man
A two dimples in her jaw
Now, that she ever mistreat me, man
I'd be force-ed to break the law

But Suzanna
Baby why don't you change your way?

Well now, I give you my money
Babe, 'n you left me cold in hand
I give you my money
Babe, 'n you left me cold in hand
Well now, you know that you took my money
Now and you give it to yo' other man

I got the meanest lil' woman
Meanest woman I 'most ever seen
I got the meanest little woman
Meanest woman I 'most ever seen
A-well now that she don't treat me halfway right

Now, here's my hand, baby
Now, here's my hand, baby
You can lead me where you wan-nu
You can lead me where you wan' me to go
Now, an if I don't make you happy
You won't have to fool wit' me no mo'

Now tell me, baby, mm
Now tell me, baby, mm
Baby, just what you want me to do
Baby, what you want me to do?
Now, do I have to be your little dog
Just to try to get along with you?

Now, bluebird, bluebird
Please take this letter down south for me
Now, bluebird, bluebird
Please take this letter down south for me
Now, you can tell my baby I'm up here in St. Louis
Oh, but I'm just as blue as I can be

Now bluebird, when you get to Jackson
I want you to fly down on Shannon Street
Now bluebird when you get to Jackson
I want you to fly down on Shannon Street