Lyr Req: Ice Pick Blues(?)

Subject: Unknown Blues tune: Info request..
From: Phil G.
Date: 19 May 98 - 11:53 PM

Tune I heard from Charley Bowen in Huntington, West VA, I think..

"Well the icepick, yea the icepick, it makes such a tiny hole.. rolled over on my pillow, found my baby gone. Well I woke up, woke up this mornin', it was pourin' drizzlin rain, rolled over on my pillow, found my baby gone..." (or something like that. Not that I collect these 'grim reaper' tunes, but the song's stuck with me for years..Any help?

Subject: Lyr Add: ICE PICK BLUES (Whistlin' Alex Moore)
From: Jim Dixon
Date: 20 Mar 08 - 08:01 AM

I found these lyrics in Blues and the Poetic Spirit by Paul Garon: (I'm not sure they're complete.)

ICE PICK BLUES
Whistlin' Alex Moore

I thought my woman had the blues; she looked so worried and sick. (2x)
Come to find out in her bosom, she's carryin' an old ice pick.

But she wasn't sick. I could see trouble in her eyes. (2x)
She wanted to stick me with that ice pick, Lord, and I don't know why.

Half a pint in one hand, a cigarette between her lips, (2x)
Tryin' to get that ice pick out with her fingertips.

Why don't you go to bed, woman, and put that old ice pick down? (2x)
From room to room squabbling, every half the night in your gown.

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ice Pick Blues(?)
From: GUEST,Folkpunch
Date: 02 Nov 12 - 01:02 AM

I was very surprised to find this! This is a song I have been looking for for years. I used to sing this song a long time ago, back in the late 60's and early 70's. I never knew who wrote it and would love to find out. It has no relation to the Alex Moore song. I got it off a reel to reel tape of a local guy in the lower SF Bay Area named Mark Diatlo. He later disappeared. One night in Berkeley in some coffee house in probably 1968 I heard it on the record player but didn't have to brains to ask who it was. So I know it's been recorded. And I know this is an old thread but maybe somebody will notice and can fill in a gap or two. These are the complete lyrics as I used to sing them. I called it "The Ice Pick Blues" but it probably wasn't the real name.


Ice Pick Blues (?)


I woke up this morning
it was a cold gray dawn
I rolled over on my pillow
saw my baby was gone

I saw her this morning
and I asked her tonight
I said where were you baby
in that first daylight

the answer that she gave
stabbed me to my heart
she said "I was sleepin'
with my old sweet heart"

Well, I didn't ask her why
didn't try to understand
I just said "I'm gonna quit you
leave you with that other man"

I slammed, slammed the door
and I started in to go
when I heard her scream
and my blood ran cold

there's an ice pick, ice pick rollin'
rollin' on the floor
and my baby was lyin'
by the kitchen door

an ice pick makes
such a very little hole
and no blood comes
but the flesh is dry and cold

there's a hospital corridor
so long and bright
and they brought her down
in that pale moon light

the state police came
in a very little while
said "if that girl dies
you'll stand a murder trial"

the judge took my belt
and my shoe laces too
so I could not do
what my baby tried to do

if my baby lives
and I leave here
I'm gonna make her a pendant
shape it like a tear

I'm hang, hang it down
between my bay's breasts
right on the spot
where that cold steel rests

Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Ice Pick Blues(?)
From: GUEST,999
Date: 02 Nov 12 - 01:44 PM

Ice Pick Blues
Ice Pick Blues - Whistlin' Alex Moore

I thought my woman had the blues, she looked so worried and sick
I thought my woman had the blues, she looked so worried and sick
Come to find out in her bosom she's carryin' an old ice pick

Well she wasn't sick, I could see trouble in her eyes
Well she wasn't sick, I could see trouble in her eyes
She want to stick me with that ice pick, Lord and I don't know why

Half a pint in one hand, cigarette between her lips
Half a pint in one hand, a cigarette between her lips
Tryin' to get that ice pick out with her fingertips

Whistled verse

Why don't you go to bed woman and put that old ice pick down?
Why don't you go to bed woman and put that old ice pick down?
From room to room squabblin' half the night in your gown


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http://weeniecampbell.com/wiki/index.php?title=Ice_Pick_Blues