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"LONG GONE"
Another "Cajey Jones" or "Steamboat BiU"
EVERYBODY IS SINGING
"LONG GONE"
With These Seven Verses
EVENTUALLY you will sing "LONG GONE" with a hundred verses |
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First Vene: Did you ever bear the story of Long- John Dean, A bold bank robber from Bowling Green, Sent to the jailhouse yesterday. Late last night he made his getaway.
Chorus: He's long gone from Kentucky, Long gone, ain't he lucky. Long gone and what I mean. He's long gone from Bowling Green.
Second Vene:
Long John stood on a railroad tie, Waiting for the freight train to come by. Freight train come by puffin' and ftyin'. Ought to seen Long John grabbin' the blind.
Chorus: He's long gone from Kentucky, Long gone, ain't he lucky. Long gone and what I mean, He's long gone from Bowling Green.
TUrd Verse:
They offered a reward to bring him back, Even put bloodhounds on his track. Doggone bloodhounds lost his scent. Now nobody knows where Long John went
Chorua: He's long gone from Kentucky. Long gone, ain't he lucky. Long gone and what I mean, He's long gone from Bowling Green. |
Fourth Verse:
They caught him in Frisco and to seal his fate. At San Quentin they jailed him one evening late. But out on the ocean John did escape, Cause the guard forgot to close the Goldep Gate.
Chorua: John's long gone from San Quentin, Long gone and still sprinting. Long gone I'm telling you, Shut your mouth and shut mine, too.
Fifth Verse:
A gang of men tried to capture Dean,
So they chased him with a submarine.
Dean jumped overboard grabbed the submarine.
And made that gang catch a flyin' machine.
Chorus: Now's he's long gone and still a swimmin', Lo"g gone with them mermaid women, Long gone just like a fish. My that boy's got some ambish.
Sixth Verse:
A vamp thought she had Long John's goat. She took his watch and money right from his coat, John stole all she had now she thinks he's a riddle, He didn't leave her enough clothes to dust a fiddle.
Chorus: He's long gone from Kentucky, Long gone that guy ia some lucky, Long gone from this queen. Long gone from Bowling Green. |
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Seventh Verse: When proTntion said I'll lick John Barleycorn. I never thought she'd do any harm, Bat she's chased him strong, didn't stop to wait, And blacked his eye in every state.
Chorus: Now John's gone and he left me weeping, Long gone but only sleeping, But from the Drug Store we catch his breath. Long gone and scared to death.
Copyright 1920—PACE & HANDY MUSIC CO.. INC.* tit West 4dth Stmt, New York:
I asked Handy to tell me something of his musical experience before he featured this novel form of song. He said that he was from Florence, Alabama, and that his two grandfathers had had a better chance at education than most of their race — the slaves not being taught as a rule, and most of them being unable to read or write. He said simply, "My father's father and my mother's father stole an education." His wife, who was in the office with us, whispered to me in an aside, "They learned to figure in the ashes 1" |
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