| Misery Play de blues for me
Play de blues for me.
No other music
‘Ll ease ma misery.
Sing a soothin’ song.
Said a soothin’ song.
Cause de man I love’s done
Done me wrong.
Can’t you understand,
O understand
A good woman’s cryin’
For a no-good man?
Black gal like me,
Black gal like me.
‘S got to hear a blues
For her misery.
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Hard Daddy I went to ma daddy,
Says Daddy I have got the blues.
Went to ma daddy,
Says Daddy I have got the blues.
Ma daddy says, Honey,
Can’t you bring no better news?
I cried on his shoulder but
He turned his back on me.
Cried on his shoulder but
He turned his back on me.
He said a woman’s cryin’s
Never gonna bother me.
I wish I had wings to
Fly like the eagle flies.
Wish I had wings to
Fly like the eagle flies.
I’d fly on ma man an’
I’d scratch out both his eyes.
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| Midwinter Blues In the middle
of the winter,
Snow all over the ground.
In the middle of the winter,
Snow all over the ground—
‘Twas the night befo’ Christmas
My good man turned me down.
Don’t know’s I’d mind his goin’
But he left me when the coal was low.
Don’t know’s I’d mind his goin’
But he left when the coal was low.
Now, if a man loves a woman
That ain’t no time to go.
He told me that he loved me
But he must a been tellin’ a lie.
He told me that he loved me
He must a been tellin’ a lie.
But he’s the only man I’ll
Love till the day I die.
I’m gonna buy me a rose bud
An’ plant it at my back door,
Buy me a rose bud,
Plant it at my back door,
So when I’m dead they won’t need
No flowers from the store.
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"Red House" performed by Jimi
Hendrix There’s a red house over yonder
That’s where my baby stays.
Oh, there’s a red house over yonder
Lord, that’s where my baby stays.
I ain’t been home to see my baby
In ninety-nine and one half days.
Wait a minute something’s wrong here
The key won’t unlock this door.
Wait a minute something’s wrong
Lord, have mercy the key won’t unlock this door.
I have a bad, bad feeling
My baby don’t live here no more.
[That’s all right, I still have my guitar.
Look out now… (guitar solo)]
Well, I might as well go back up over yonder
Way back across the hill.
Lord, I might as well go back over yonder
Way back down across the hill.
Because if my baby don’t love me no more,
I know her… sister will.
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