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Subject: Lyric assist-Everybody works but Father From: GUEST,Greycap Date: 10 Sep 02 - 03:56 AM Needs the lyrics of this song-I heard it by Norman Blake. Can anyone help? Thanks in advance |
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Subject: RE: Lyric assist-Everybody works but Father From: Sorcha Date: 10 Sep 02 - 09:46 AM Sheet music at Levy. This the same one? Scroll down and click on page 2, etc. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: EVERYBODY WORKS BUT FATHER From: Stewie Date: 10 Sep 02 - 08:00 PM Blake's recording differs somewhat from the sheet music by Jean Havez at Levy site, linked to above by Sorcha. Blake's attribution is 'traditional', but that obviously is incorrect. He gives no source for his version. Fiddlin' John Carson recorded it for Okeh (OK 45056) in Atlanta in March 1926, but the stanzas of his version differ from both the Levy version and the Blake version. The chorus is pretty close in all three. The songster, Jesse Fuller, recorded the song for Prestige in 1963, but his version was mainly intrumental with chorus only. The Fantasy double LP, 'Brother Lowdown', on which it may be found, has been reissued on CD. Riley Puckett recorded it a month after Carson (Columbia 15078-D), in April 1926, but this has not been reissued in any format. Here is my transcription of Blake's recording:
EVERY WORKS BUT FATHER --Stewie.
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Subject: RE: Lyric assist-Everybody works but Father From: Malcolm Douglas Date: 10 Sep 02 - 09:14 PM It's on its way into tradition, though; at least to the extent that it's acquired its very own number in the Roud Folk Song Index; no.4782, to be exact. |
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Subject: RE: Lyric assist-Everybody works but Father From: Stewie Date: 10 Sep 02 - 09:41 PM Hi Malcolm, Carson's biographer, Gene Wiggins, in his analysis of the Carson repertoire ['Fiddlin' Georgia Crazy p159] places the song in his category of 'twentieth century popular songs' rather than in 'twentieth century folk-type songs', but I agree that it seems to have entered oral tradition. Perhaps a JoeClone could fix up the title of my transcription above: 'EVERYBODY' not 'EVERY'. --Stewie. |
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Subject: RE: Lyric assist-Everybody works but Father From: 12-stringer Date: 11 Sep 02 - 12:24 AM Based on Stewie's transcript, the Blake version may come fairly straight from Riley Puckett. My 78 of that was broken a long time ago but not before I learned the song, and Blake's lyrics/stanza structure are more or less verbatim with Riley's. |
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Subject: RE: Lyric assist-Everybody works but Father From: GUEST,Greycap Date: 11 Sep 02 - 03:16 AM Hey, Folks, What can I say? Thanks a million. I'd no idea it was so well-known ( I'm going to learn it anyhow ) |
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Subject: Lyr Add: EVERYBODY WORKS BUT FATHER (Jean Havez) From: Jim Dixon Date: 15 Jan 07 - 09:01 AM This is from the sheet music at Indiana University Sheet Music Collections: EVERYBODY WORKS BUT FATHER Jean Havez, 1905 1. Every morning at six o'clock, I go to my work. Overcoat buttoned up 'round my neck, no job would I shirk. Winter wind blows 'round my head, cutting up my face. I tell you what I'd like to have: my dear old father's place. CHORUS: Everybody works but Father, and he sits around all day, Feet in front of the fire, smoking his pipe of clay. Mother takes in washing. So does Sister Ann. Everybody works at our house but my old man. 2. A man named Work moved into town, and father heard the news. With Work so near, my father started shaking in his shoes. When Mister Work walked by my house, he saw with great surprise My father sitting in his chair with blinders on his eyes. 3. At beating carpets, Father said, he simply was immense. We took the parlor carpet out and hung it on the fence. My mother said, "Now, beat it, dear, with all your might and main" And father beat it right back to the fireside again. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Everybody Works but Father From: GUEST,Greycap Date: 15 Jan 07 - 01:23 PM Thanks again, everyone. Jim Dixon, I love your new verse 2 - I've added it. |
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Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Everybody Works but Father From: Jim Dixon Date: 02 Oct 08 - 10:11 AM You can hear EVERYBODY WORKS BUT FATHER sung by Bob Roberts, on Edison cylinder #9100, 1905, at www.tinfoil.com. (Click to play.) The words are identical to those in the sheet music, but he sings only verses 2 and 3 and the chorus. |
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Subject: Lyr Add: WE ALL GO TO WORK BUT FATHER (Reed, 1891) From: Jim Dixon Date: 18 Dec 09 - 12:59 AM Oddly enough, there's an older version. From Songs of the British Music Hall by Peter Davison (New York: Oak Publications, 1971), page 208-210: WE ALL GO TO WORK BUT FATHER Words and music by Leslie Reed. London: Francis, Day & Hunter, 1891. Sung by J. C. Heffron. 1. Oh! we are a happy fam'ly and I mention it with pride— There's father, mother, me and sister Fan. It would be quite a model group that meets around our fireside But father he is such a lazy man. He has not done a day's work since the morning he was wed, And that is five-and-twenty years ago. No thought of work, in fact, has ever got into his head. He's the laziest man I ever yet did know. SPOKEN: Lazy! Why, he's bone idle! Never does anything at all. I wouldn't care if we set him a bad example, but we don't. In fact— CHORUS: We all go to work but father and he stays at home all day. He sits by the fire with a quart of beer and he smokes a ten-inch clay. Mother works at the wash-tub. So does my sister Fan. I've met lazy men in my time, now and then, but a champion is our old man. 2. He's in three sick societies, and that's the reason why He vows to work he never will turn out. He groans about his liver, then he'll hug his big toe and cry, "Good gracious! Here's my old complaint, the gout!" It seems at work he wasn't worth above a pound a week, Though his was always "a very trying job." And so each club in turn he patronizes, so to speak, By receiving just its merry thirty bob. SPOKEN: Yes, he belongs to the "Anti-work-yourself-to-death Association." He's the secretary of it. Ah! and he abides by the rules to the very letter, and that's one reason why— CHORUS 3. When the brokers vowed one day they'd come, because we owed some rent, Dear mother said, "We'd better shoot the moon." We packed the goods upon a truck. At twelve at night we went, But father was an obstinate old coon. He wouldn't move an inch. He wouldn't let us take his chair, So that we left him there you may rely. He said our heartless conduct should be punished, I declare, But we banged the door and shouted out, "Goodbye!"— SPOKEN: There's cheek for you! "Our heartless conduct," "miss him when he's gone," and so on! But HE didn't stop long. When we'd got the new place cosy—all the pictures hung, carpets down and bedsteads fixed, a knocking came at the street door, and there were two boys, with father stuck on his chair, and two long poles shoved underneath, like Guy Fawkes. He'd just waited till he thought all the work was done, and then he gave the boys two pence to bring him home. I wouldn't care if he did something sometimes, but he doesn't. He was standing outside our door one day with his hands in his pockets, when a gentleman asked him the way to the post office. Just to show how lazy he is, he pointed with his foot and said, "Up there." The gentleman said, "If you can show me a lazier trick than that, I'll give you half-a-crown." Our old man replied, "Alright, come and put it in my waistcoat pocket." I expect when he's pegging out he'll want somebody else to draw his last breath for him. So now you can believe me when I say— CHORUS [Anybody heard the term "sick society" before? I assume it's some sort of fraternal insurance plan.] |
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