Lyr. add: FEATHER BED Gus Cannon- Cannon's Jug Stompers (1928)

I remember the time just before the war,
Colored man used to hunt him out chips and straw.
But now, bless God, old master dead,
Colored man plumb fool about feather bed.

Wee wee, my dear Nancy, Over the road I'm bound to go.

I went up to town, go out to shriek and howl,
Think I heard my baby cry.
Wee wee wee, honey, over the road I'm bound to go,
Wee ee ee, baby, over the road I'm bound to go.

I went downtown, didn't mean no harm,
Police grabbed me right by my arm.
Soon I began to pitch, I began to rear,
Felt like strolling in the air.

Ooh oooh, baby,
Over the road I'm bound to go.

I went downtown, doing my best,
To find the boys that stole the vest.
Went on around 'bout Court Square,
To find the boys that done stole the coat.

Wee ee ee, baby,
Over the road I'm bound to go.

Now I knew Joe Louis was in stand,
Had them law books in his hands.
I began to pitch, pull out a writ, began to read to me,
Said, "Nigger, you been stealing in the first degree."

Wee ee ee, baby,
Over the road I'm bound to go,

Old Britt and Moses Brown,
Said, "I'm going across Cripple Creek, going to town."
Oo ooh ohh, baby,
Over the road I'm bound to go.
Recorded in Memphis, Tenn. on September 5, 1928 and originally released as Victor 38515.

Notes: Includes a reference to Cripple Creek with similarities to Uncle Dave's "over the Road I'm Bound To Go" and Lomax's "Ida Red" posted above.

-Richie