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Thread #160861   Message #3817379
Posted By: Jim Dixon
31-Oct-16 - 09:26 AM
Thread Name: Barbecue songs
Subject: Lyr Add: WHO DID YOU GIVE MY BARBECUE TO? (Edwards
An antecedent of Brownie McGhee's version (see above).


WHO DID YOU GIVE MY BARBECUE TO?
As recorded by Big Boy Teddy Edwards, 1934.

PART 1 (Matrix 80605)

Down ... my tears come down like rain.
Honey, down in … my tears come down like rain.
Deep down, my baby, there lies an achin' pain.

I cooked your dinner, brought to your bed,
I taken a comb, combed your head.
Nighttime come, baby, rock you to sleep,
Wake up in the mornin' wash your feet.
Now tell me, good baby: who'd you give my barbecue to?

I'm a poor, poor boy, long, long way from home.
I'm a poor boy, long, long ways from home.
Now don't dog me, baby; Lord, don't do me wrong.

I love your mama, your papa too.
I love your sister; your brother won't do.
You got Aunt(?) ... livin' on the road.
Used to love that woman; don't love her no mo'.
Now tell me, good baby: who'd you give my barbecue to?

[2 scat lines]
And I love you mama, Lord, but I don't love your ways.

When I'm dead, baby, in my grave,
Tell me, mama: who'll take my place?
Talkin' 'bout your sweet man, live down the street.
Claim he's so nice, so doggone neat.
Now tell me, good mama: just who'd you give my barbecue to?

PART 2 (Matrix 80606)

Well, I did all I could, mama, to get along with you.
I did all I could, baby, to get along with you.
And you treat me low-down an' dirty; baby, that's the way you do.

I bought your pepper; I bought your salt.
I went and slaved(?), baby, [in] my overalls.
Come back home, sign on the door
Say: "That barbecue, don't give it away no more."
Now tell me, good baby: who's you givin' my barbecue to?

[2 scat lines]
And I love you mama, ah, but I don't love your ways.

Barbecue chicken, barbecue ham,
Barbecue beef, barbecue lamb—
When you fix a table for me,
Give me them plain ... let 'em be free.
Now tell me, good baby: who'd you give my barbecue to?

I told you mama; ain't gon' tell you no mo'.
Told you, mama; ain't gon' tell you no mo'
Till I have my barbecue, baby, ev'rywhere you go.

When I's a boy, in my prime,
Get my barbecue any time.
Now I'm old; my bones is cold.
[Can't] get my barbecue, go an' lose my soul.
Now tell me, good baby: who'd you give my barbecue to?


Washboard Sam also recorded a version of this song, which he called "Barbecue."