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10 May 15 - 08:01 AM (#3707971) Subject: Lyr Req: Stockade Blues, Georgia Crackers From: GUEST,Elizabeth Hi, I am looking for help with the lyrics of "Stockade Blues" by the Georgia Crackers. I first heard the song on a youtube video of The Dust Busters with John Cohen. I hear a lot of the words, but I can't make out all of them. Starts like this: ? Easy life that's mighty fine Well the work's too hard for these hands of mine I'm eatin' and sleepin' on a mattress stand Well I ain't gonna kill me that 'nother man Thanks, Elizabeth |
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10 May 15 - 08:21 AM (#3707972) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Stockade Blues, Georgia Crackers From: GUEST http://www.mandolincafe.com/forum/showthread.php?92691-Stockade-Blues-Lyrics Someone else was looking fot it at Mandolin Cafe. Note the link there to the song. Good luck, because the singer's locution is awful. |
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10 May 15 - 08:28 AM (#3707973) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Stockade Blues, Georgia Crackers From: GUEST PS This is NOT the Lead Belly/Leadbelly song. |
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10 May 15 - 07:09 PM (#3708060) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Stockade Blues, Georgia Crackers From: GUEST A grandchild of fiddler/vocalist Paul Cofer dropped in, some years ago, on a thread about either "Riley the Furniture Man" or "Keno the Rent Man," but didn't offer any lyrics assistance. Cofer is a good old time vocalist, but like Uncle Dave, Fiddling George Carter, and Charlie Poole, he's not easy to understand. This is what I can make of the recording: Prison life's not very fine Well, the work's too hard for this hands of mine Eatin' and sleepin' on a mattress stand And I ain't gonna kill me that other man. Laid around with an easy life Well,I laid around livin' and an easy life Laid around smokin' my thick cheroot And I couldn't see the sports for the black of my boots. [Last line of this verse is the best I can make of it] Next verse is not very intelligible to my ear. ... ... She had me arrested for sportamaree [?] And I got 10 years in penitentiary. On the rockpile Thinkin' all the while |
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10 May 15 - 07:30 PM (#3708065) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Stockade Blues, Georgia Crackers From: GUEST Back and forthing from the compose box to WMP I managed to hit post while trying to pause WMP. Start again from the top. Prison life's not very fine Well, the work's too hard for this hands of mine Eatin' and sleepin' on a mattress stand And I ain't gonna kill me that other man. Laid around with an easy life Well,I laid around livin' and an easy life Laid around smokin' my thick cheroot And I couldn't see the sports for the black of my boots. [Last line of this verse is the best I can make of it] Next verse is not very intelligible to my ear. ... ... She had me arrested for sportamaree [?] And I got 10 years in penitentiary. On the rockpile Thinkin' all the while If I ever get out I'm goin' back home Gonna leave all those dark-haired womans alone (repeat verse 1) Well she played a piano on ... Goes through [?] my $2.85 a day Eatin' and sleepin' on a mattress stand And I ain't gonna kill me that 'nother man. Day I broke my ball and chain I thought to my soul I's free again Just as I started over the wall Old man shot me and I had to fall On the rockpile Thinkin' all the while If I ever get out I'm goin' back home Gonna leave all those darkhaired womans alone. (repeat verse 1) Day I broke my ball and chain Well I thought to my soul I's free again Just as I started over the wall Old Joe King shot me and I had to fall On the rockpile Thinkin' all the while If I ever get out I'm goin' back home Gonna leave all those darkhaired womans alone. Repeat verse 1 repeat verse 1 repeat piano verse repeat "ball and chain" verse, again with "Old Joe King" rather than "old man." repeat verse 1 |
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10 May 15 - 07:34 PM (#3708068) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Stockade Blues, Georgia Crackers From: 12-stringer "Guest" with abortive and completed posts is the ever cheerful 12-stringer, who didn't notice his cookie had gone across the Rainbow Bridge. |
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11 May 15 - 07:13 PM (#3708316) Subject: Lyr Add: GEORGIA STOCKADE BLUES (Tom Delaney) From: Jim Dixon I listened to this song hoping it might be related to the Georgia Crackers' song, but apparently not. It's a good song, worth having on its own, though. GEORGIA STOCKADE BLUES Written by Tom Delaney As sung by Tom Delaney on "Male Blues of the Twenties, Vol. 2 (1923-1928)" (Document Records) Days are dreary; nights seem long, Down in Georgia on a stockade farm. Doing time for a crime, They found me guilty without one dime. Guards all around me with their guns, Shootin' me down like a rabbit if I start to run, Five long years in a state stockade, Working from sun to sun. Evening goes; morning comes. My daily task is never done. Tippin' boxes, Lord, on a turpentine farm, At night can't raise my arm. Both legs shackled to a ball and chain, Pleading for mercy, but it's all in vain, Ankles all swollen, can't wear no shoes, I've got the meanest kind of Georgia stockade blues. [INSTRUMENTAL BREAK; REPEAT LAST VERSE] * Sara Martin also sang this song on "Sara Martin, Vol. 3 (1924-1925)" (Document Records) |
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24 Sep 16 - 09:05 PM (#3811189) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Stockade Blues (Georgia Crackers) From: GUEST,BKR That was me lookin on mando cafe. Happy to see Im not alone in this quest. I have a sime mando version tabbed out if anyone is interested. |
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04 Sep 21 - 06:31 PM (#4118849) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Stockade Blues (Georgia Crackers) From: GUEST,T Wilson Here's what I came up with. Cheers! Stockade Blues 1930 Georgia Crackers aka Cofer Bros. Prison life it ain't so fine, work's too hard for these hands of mine Eatin' and a sleepin' on a mattress stand Ain't never gonna kill me another man Used to have a lazy life Layin' around with my lazy wife Laid around 'n' smokin' a big cheroot This cat a goin' a sportin' on the back of my boot She supported me until one day (lou) She supported me another way Had me arrested for supportin' Marie (the dark haired woman) And sent me off to the penitentery CHORUS: On the rock pile, singing all the while If I ever get out of here and go back home I'm gonna leave that dark haired woman alone. Prison life it ain't too fine The work's too hard for these hands of mine Eatin' and a sleepin' on a mattress stand Ain't never gonna kill me another man ~instrumental (verse & chorus) - twice~ I let it began, for a squirt of cocaine- It goes through my two-eighty-five a day I killed me a man in self defence I've been in the stockade ever since ~Chorus~ The day I broke my ball and chain I thought my soul, I be a free again Just as I started out over the wall The old man shoved me and I had to fall.... ~Chorus~ ~Instrumental to end~ |
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05 Sep 21 - 09:02 AM (#4118891) Subject: RE: Lyr Req: Stockade Blues (Georgia Crackers) From: cnd T Wilson -- good ear! I have some corrections. Mostly minor, but a few more major ones. I'm working off of this recording: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0U8eIl4Q0LA Prison life is not very fine Well, I works too hard for these hands of mine Said a-eatin' and a-sleepin' on a mattress stand And I ain't gonna kill me, now, another man Stayed around with a easy wife Well, I laid around a-living in an easy life Laid around smokin' my big cheroots And I couldn't see sport for the black of my boots Thought I'd handled this, what a cinch And she caught me with her, another wench She had me arrested for supportin' Marie And I got ten years on the penitentiary CHORUS: On the rock pile, singing all the while If I ever get out I'm going back home Gonna leave all these dark haired woman alone Well, this prison life's not very fine Well, the work's too hard for these hands of mine Eatin' and a sleepin' on a mattress stand And I ain't never gonna kill me, now, another man Well, I play the pianer on ?sweat? pay * Costs all my two-eighty-five a day Eatin' and a sleepin' on a mattress stand And I ain't gonna kill me, now, another man The day I broke my ball and chain I thought to my soul, "I'll be a free again" Just as I started out over the wall The old man shot me and I had to fall CHORUS The day I broke my ball and chain Well, I thought to my soul, "I'll be a free again" Just as I started out over the wall Old Joe Gates shot me and I had to fall CHORUS (weakly) Prison... Prison life's not very fine Well, I works too hard for these hands of mine Eatin' and a sleepin' on a mattress stand And I ain't never gonna kill me, now, another man Play the pianer on ?sweat? pay * Costs all my two-eighty-five a day Eatin' and a sleepin' on a mattress stand And I ain't gonna kill me, now, another man The day I broke my ball and chain Well, I thought to my soul, I'll be a free again Just as I started out over the wall Old Joe Gates shot me and I had to fall CHORUS * Not very happy with "sweat pay" -- My assumption is it's a term for the money prisoners earned for their labor, but I couldn't find any terms that matched |