Jelly Roll Honky Tonk BLues & Old-Time Honky Tonks
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Đóng góp: Honky Tonk Blues Lyrics
Jelly Roll Morton
Well, the girls’d start. They’d say, “Play me something there, boy, play me some blues.” So they’d start playin’ in this way:
Honky Tonk Blues
[inaudible comments]
I could sit right here, think a thousand miles away,
Sit right here, think a thousand miles away,
Since I had the blues this bad, cannot remember the day.
Tell me, baby, what you got on your mind,
Tell me, baby, what you got on your mind,
I’m eating here and drinkin’, havin’ a lovely time.
Let me be your wiggler, till your wobbler comes,
Let me be your wiggler, till your wobbler comes,
You tell your wobbler, what your wiggler done.
I never believe in havin’ one woman at a time,
I never believe in havin’ one woman at a time,
I always have six, seven, eight or nine.
She said, “Babe, oh, baby,
Babe, oh, baby,
You bound to set your sweet papa cra . . . crazy.”
Sometimes they’d have good lookin’ . . . good lookin’ women of all kinds. Beautiful women, some was ugly, very ugly. Some looked like they had lips . . . lips looked like bumpers on a boxcar.
[laughs]
I tellin’ you they had all kind of ‘em dressed up. Rags . . . rags looked like ribbons on some of ‘em. Some of ‘em with big guns in their bosoms. It was the law in New Orleans that anybody could carry a gun if they wanted — almost. ‘Course it was just about a ten-dollar fine, er, didn’t make very much difference. And if they found you ten dollars . . . why, your sentence would be thirty days in jail. And possibly they’d put you in the market to clean up the market in the mornin’. And most of the prisoners would always run away.
Jelly Roll Morton
Well, the girls’d start. They’d say, “Play me something there, boy, play me some blues.” So they’d start playin’ in this way:
Honky Tonk Blues
[inaudible comments]
I could sit right here, think a thousand miles away,
Sit right here, think a thousand miles away,
Since I had the blues this bad, cannot remember the day.
Tell me, baby, what you got on your mind,
Tell me, baby, what you got on your mind,
I’m eating here and drinkin’, havin’ a lovely time.
Let me be your wiggler, till your wobbler comes,
Let me be your wiggler, till your wobbler comes,
You tell your wobbler, what your wiggler done.
I never believe in havin’ one woman at a time,
I never believe in havin’ one woman at a time,
I always have six, seven, eight or nine.
She said, “Babe, oh, baby,
Babe, oh, baby,
You bound to set your sweet papa cra . . . crazy.”
Sometimes they’d have good lookin’ . . . good lookin’ women of all kinds. Beautiful women, some was ugly, very ugly. Some looked like they had lips . . . lips looked like bumpers on a boxcar.
[laughs]
I tellin’ you they had all kind of ‘em dressed up. Rags . . . rags looked like ribbons on some of ‘em. Some of ‘em with big guns in their bosoms. It was the law in New Orleans that anybody could carry a gun if they wanted — almost. ‘Course it was just about a ten-dollar fine, er, didn’t make very much difference. And if they found you ten dollars . . . why, your sentence would be thirty days in jail. And possibly they’d put you in the market to clean up the market in the mornin’. And most of the prisoners would always run away.
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