| |
|
Jimmie Rodgers is a dirty, depressed bastard. And he yodels. Which is exactly why he's genius. Two examples:
PISTOL PACKIN' PAPA
I'm a pistol packin' papa
And when I went down the street,
You can hear those mama's shoutin',
"Don't turn your gun on me."
Now girls, I'm just a good guy,
And I'm going to have my fun,
And if you don't want to smell my smoke,
don't monkey with my gun.
When I have that funny feeling
That luring rambler's call,
I swing aboard some freight train,
And I shoot my pistol off.
Sometimes one shot will do me,
Sometimes it takes four or five,
Sometimes I shoot all around,
Before I'm satisfied.
You can hear my new sport roadster
You can take my hard-boiled hat,
But you can never take from me,
My silver mounted gat.
I'm a pistol packin' papa,
And I'm going to have my fun,
Just follow me and you will hear,
the barking of my gun.
Like a hobo when he's hungry,
Like a drunken man when he's full,
I'm a pistol packin' papa,
I know how to shoot the bull.
The holdup men all know me,
And they sure leave me be,
I'm a pistol packin' papa,
And I ramble where I please.
When you hear my pistol poppin',
You better hide yourself some place,
'Cause I ain't made for stoppin'
And I come from a shootin' race.
My sweetheart understands me,
She says I'm her big shot,
I'm her pistol packin' daddy,
And I know I've got the drop.
GAMBLIN BAR ROOM BLUES
(Jimmie Rodgers)
I went down to the corner, just to meet my gal,
saw her standing on the sidewalk, talking to my pal.
I strolled back to the bar room, to get another drink of gin.
Next thing I was reelin', rocking and drunk again.
ref:Hay-ee-hay-hoo-a-ha-ha bo-hoo-hey-ho gamblin bar room blues
I kept drinking gin and ligour, to way up in the night,
(then) my pal came to the bar room, we had an awful fight.
I reached down for my razor, and we knocked around, but when I pulled
my pistol, I quickly smoked him down.
ref:
I went to see my baby, and met her on the way,
told her I had to leave her, told her I couldn't stay.
I went down to the station, stopped in at the bar,
there I met a policeman, riding in a motor car.
We both drank lots of liqour, that flat footed cop and I,
I thought he'd never leave me, Lord, I thought I'd die.
My baby came in to join us, and it began to rain, then I had
to hurry, hurry, to catch that midnight train.
I laid my head on the ballroom door, I never get drunk anymore,
I found my watch and my golden chain, I found my babys diamond ring.
Police, police, police, you're just as drunk as me,
I grabbed that all eight-wheeler, and went to the deep blue sea-ee. |
|
|
