ATLANTA BLUES (Make Me One Pallet on Your Floor)
By WC. Handy and Dave Elman

(Verse 1)
Up at Five Points talking Daddy an' me,
Just him an' me,
Just one square away from old Peach tree,
Peach tree.
Possession's nine points of the law it used to be,
It used to be,
Five and nine are Fourteen points, and yet they took
my man from me

(Verse 2)
In Atlanta, six long months to do the grind,
The Georgia grind,
Wonder if he's missing all he left behind,
Left behind.
For when I left him I said, Daddy I am through,
I'm through with you,
Now the name Atlanta makes me feel so blue,
I'm feeling blue.

(Chorus 1)
I know that I'd be satisfied,
If I could grab a train and ride,
If I make Atlanta with no place to go
Just make me one pallet on your floor.

(Chorus 2)
Give ev'rybody my regards
Comin' if I have to ride the rods,
I'll grab me an armful of train before you know
So make me one pallet on your floor

(PATTER)
Auburn avenue is where I'll go to lose
Those A-T-at AT-L-A-N-T-A Blues.
Atlanta Blues.

From: Blues: An Anthology, edited by W.C. Handy (1926; 1946; Macmillan, 1972, p. 190-192; with music)

~Masato