18. BEALE STREET MESS AROUND
Woke up early this morning, blues all 'round my bed. (2x)
And this blues a killer … (?)
I sit right here thinking thousand miles away.
I sit right here think a thousand miles away.
I'm studying 'bout that brown-skin on my mind.
I'm 'on' blow this town. Honey, it won't be long. (2x)
And I won't be dead, just won't blow back here no more.
And I'm going for the summer. Won't be back at all.
And I'm going for the summer. Won't be back till fall.
Times don't get no better, think I'll go back here no more.
Woke up Sunday morning, child. Honey, it won't be long.
And it's Monday morning. Honey, it won't be long.
(Sing that thing, boy. Sing it!)
You gone look for me, I'll be a thousand miles away.
If you take these blues, lay them on your shelf.
If you take these blueses, lay them on your shelf.
Yes, blues till morning, sing them to yourself.
[As recorded by the Memphis Jug Band, 1927, Vol Stevens, vocalist.]