PULLMAN PORTER BLUES
Clifford Ulrich, Burton Hamilton, 1921
A Light Brown Blues

1
I feel oh, so blue
I really don't know what to do
I got a brand new job, a tip collector,
It's some job, a car protector,
Since I left my home and started on the railroad to roam,
I get nothing but abuse,
So tell me what's the use.

Chorus 1
It's "Pullman porter, draft on my feet."
It's "Pullman porter, turn on the heat."
It's "Pullman porter, all live-long day,
"Pullman porter, "Bring me water," that's all they say,
It's "Pullman porter, make up my berth,"
It's "Pullman porter, no place on earth,"
"Oh, Pullman porter, won't you shine my shoes"
I got the Pullman Porter Blues.


Chorus 2
It's "Pullman porter, turn on the light,"
It's "Pullman porter, get me a bite,"
It's Pullman porter, all the whole night thru,
It seems to be I'm always wrong whatever I do
It's Pullman porter, what town are we at?"
It's Pullman porter, brush off my hat,"
"Now look here Porter, someone stole my booze,"
I got the Pullman Porter Blues.

2
Believe me when I say,
I'm on the go the live-long day
I try to earn my dough in Pullman service,
I'm not slow, but I'm so nervous,
When night time comes around and in the car there's not a sound,
Just as I get to my bed,
Then the bell rings over my head.

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