Parchman Farm Blues Lyrics - 1940
Spoken: She stuck out
I wonder, I wonder, baby
While people uptown barely up
I hear the rooster crowin' for a day
Now, I hate to go home
An look my baby in her face
My baby said, 'You bingein' out drunk all night
Daddy, comin' in you don't treat me right'
She said, 'You been out drunk all night
When you come in you don't treat me right'
Baby, if you forgive me this time, baby
Daddy won't ever do it, no mo'
I fell on my knees late one Sunday evenin'
I asked the Good Lord up above
Forgive me for my sin
Fell on my knees late one Sunday evenin'
Ask the Good Lord above
Forgive me for my sin
My baby sittin' on my knees, crynin'
She said, 'Lord, have mercys on my man'
One mo' drink, baby, one mo' drink
Before I bow down on my knee
Baby, just one mo' drink
Just before I bow down on my knee
I ain't gon' tell ol *Martha no lie
If I take one now won't drink no mo'
Late one Friday evenin'
Never forget late one Friday, 'bout dark
I was standin' on the corner
Standin' on Beale and Main
I seen my babe wit' another man
An I got me pint a-gin
She said, 'Daddy, I thought you
Wasn't gon' drink no mo?'
I thought you said you wasn't gon' be
with no other man?
Baby, you can't fuss at me no mo'
Baby, you done the same thing I'm doing
Now, from now on baby, I'm 'on forget you
Babe, I'm 'onna stay out all night long
That same old rooster started crowin' for a day
I wasn't sayin' to come home look in yo' own face
That same old rooster started crowin' for a day
I wasn't sayin' to come home an look in yo' own face
'Cause I know for myself, little girl
You done the same, same old thing
'Play it down, now'
'Play it while I take me another drink'
(piano)
'My baby had me fooled for a long time
But she done woke me up now, though'
(piano)
'Pour about a half-a glass full
But I don't wanna pay full'
(piano)
'That's enough to see her good when
I get home I know what it's all about, then
Good-bye, baby, good-bye
Lookin' at you with tears in my eye
Good-bye, baby, good-bye
Lookin' at you with tears in my eye
I don't be back here no mo', baby
As like a blowin' the wind be gone.
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*Bukka might be referring to Martha Copeland's
song, 'I Ain't Your Hen Mr. Fly Rooster' recorded in
New York (Columbia Field Recordings) on October 13, 1927.
