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Lyr Req: Lucky Song (Floyd Batts)

27 Mar 12 - 03:06 PM (#3329746)
Subject: Lyr Req: 'lucky song' by floyd batts
From: GUEST,achaser

here is a link to the song. i'm not able to understand all the words:



http://research.culturalequity.org/rc-b2/get-audio-detailed-recording.do?recordingId=4415#

please help!
thank you.


27 Mar 12 - 03:14 PM (#3329752)
Subject: Lyr Req: 'lucky song' by floyd batts
From: achaser

i meant to make a blue link to the song.

can anyone help with lyrics?

http://research.culturalequity.org/rc-b2/get-audio-detailed-recording.do?recordingId=4415#


27 Mar 12 - 03:18 PM (#3329757)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'lucky song' by floyd batts
From: GUEST,999

I will try after you post the lyrics you do have, ok? Thanks, achaser.


28 Mar 12 - 01:27 AM (#3329980)
Subject: RE: Lyr Req: 'lucky song' by floyd batts
From: Joe Offer

Hmmm. I thought that transcriptions of most things Lomax collected, got published in his books. I can't find the song in indexes covering most of the Lomax books. Maybe it's in Land Where the Blues Began. I can't find an index for that, and I'm traveling and away from my copy of the book.

-Joe-


08 Jan 13 - 09:26 PM (#3463415)
Subject: Lyr Req: LUCKY SONG (Floyd Batts)
From: Jim Dixon

Here's the way I hear it:


LUCKY SONG
As sung by Floyd Batts
Collected by Alan Lomax at Parchman Farm, Mississippi, 1959

Lordy, I may get lucky, boys; I just don't know.
Lord, I may get lucky; oh, I just don't know.
Yesterday I, Lord, I get lucky, oh, just a day ago.
Yesterday I get lucky, Lord, just a day ago.

Lordy, I been callin' Roberta for five long years.
Been callin' Roberta, oh, for five long years.
She don't answer, Lord; I wonder, do she hear?

Have to be bad, oh Stella; don't let her cry.
Have to be bad; don't let him cry.
Every time he cry, Lordy, what you think of me?

A long time a-comin', Lordy,
Long time a-comin', oh Stella, you can look for me.
Look for me; rather be back 'fore the summer gone.
I may be in a hurry; oh, I can't stay long.

Lordy, skippin' and dodgin', Lordy, comin' just the same.
You can tell my woman, Lordy; don't tell my wife.
You can tell my woman; don't tell my wife, Lordy.
Be by to see her, Lordy, if I don't stay long.