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- A verse from th’ Barista Blues, popular in Detroit after th’ war:
My baby she up an’ quit me, in th’ middle o’ th’ flight;
oh lord, my woman she up an’ quit me, in th’ middle o’ th’ flight;
Now th’ devil ain’t offer me nuthin’—but if he did, I just might.
- A verse from th’ Tool an’ Die Operator Blues, popular in Pittsburgh after th’ war:
Monkey climbin’ on my back, an’ he feel just like ol’ King Kong;
I said, monkey climbin’ on my back, an’ he feel just like ol’ King Kong;
Must be god’s way o’ sayin’ “Son, yuh doin’ sump’n wrong.”
- A verse from th’ Professional Chess Player Blues, popular in Detroit after th’ war:
My chile she up an’ quit me, in th’ middle o’ th’ flight;
I said, my chile she up an’ quit me, in th’ middle o’ th’ flight;
I’ll just set down by th’ winder, watch th’ day turn into night.
- A verse from th’ Barista Blues, popular in Pittsburgh after th’ war:
Some womens likes ta holler, some womens wanna bawl an’ shout;
mmm-hmm, y’know, some womens likes ta holler, some womens wanna bawl an’ shout;
But I ain’t too peculiar—ever’one git thirsty in a drought.
- Ah learnt this hyar one offa Lethal Woods, back in ‘96. It’s calt th’ Mortician Blues an’ it go like this:
Y’all try ta give her some comfort, but she punch y’all upside th’ chin;
mmm-hmm, y’know, y’all try ta give her some comfort, but she punch y’all upside th’ chin;
Someday y’all gonna see her with anovva man—an’ be so glad y’all ain’t him.