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i I been a bad, bad girl, wouldn5 treat nobody right, I been a bad, bad girl, wouldn5 treat nobody right, They want to give me thirty-five years, some one wanted to take my life.
2 Judge, please don't kill me, I won't be bad no mo?, Judge, please don't kill me, I won't be bad no mo', I'll listen to ev'ybody, something I never done befo'.
3 Now I'm so sorry, even the day I was born, Now I'm so sorry, even the day I was born,
I want to say to all you bad fellas that you are in the wrong.
4 I'm sittin' here in prison with my black cap on, I'm sittin' here in prison with my black cap on. Boys, remember this even when I am gone.
5 Now I'm so sorry, even the day I was born, Now I'm so sorry, even the day I was born,
I want to say to all you bad fellas that you are in the wrong. |
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SUN GONNA SHINE IN MY DOOR SOME DAY
aK No. 1331. Ace. on accordion and sung by Jesse Harris (blind), Livingston, Ala., 1937.
We once asked Jelly Roll Morton, hot composer and pianist, what instruÂments the boys were playing in country towns in Mississippi and Alabama in 1901 and 1902. "They didn't have nothing/5 he said, "only a bunch of guys on the street corners and in those little low-life honky-tonks that would sing the blues all day, the same thing over and over and in between times, beat on some old guitar, or blow a harmonica or pull on a windjammer until they could think of the next verse."
Blind Jesse Harris, now dead, was pulling on his old accordion even longer ago in the country around Livingston, Alabama. In those days it might have had two lungs, but when we recorded him it only had one. With that one lung, nevertheless, Jesse could play more blues than most two-handed piano combinations—in between times while he was thinking of the ntxt verse. |
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