I'm tired of being Jim Crowed, gonna Leave this Jim Crow town
Doggone my black soul, I'm sweet Chicago bound
Yes I'm leaving here from this old Jim Crow town
I'm going up North where they say money grows on trees
I don't give a doggone if my black soul is free
I'm going where I don't need no baby
I got a hat, got a overcoat, don't need nothing but you
These old easy walkers going to give my ankles the blues
But when my girl hears about this, oh, that will be sad news.
I'm going up North, baby I can't carry you
Ain't nothing in that cold up there a ?? can do
I'm gonna get me a Northern girl, see that I am through with you Lord
But if I get up there, weather don't suit, I don't find no job
Go and tell that boss man of mine,
Lord I'm ready to come back to my Jim Crow town
Doggone my black soul, I'm sweet Chicago bound
Yes I'm leaving here from this old Jim Crow town
I'm going up North where they say money grows on trees
I don't give a doggone if my black soul is free
I'm going where I don't need no baby
I got a hat, got a overcoat, don't need nothing but you
These old easy walkers going to give my ankles the blues
But when my girl hears about this, oh, that will be sad news.
I'm going up North, baby I can't carry you
Ain't nothing in that cold up there a ?? can do
I'm gonna get me a Northern girl, see that I am through with you Lord
But if I get up there, weather don't suit, I don't find no job
Go and tell that boss man of mine,
Lord I'm ready to come back to my Jim Crow town
Contributed by Bartleby - 2011/9/13 - 09:45
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Il blues non esisterebbe senza “Jim Crow”.
Con questo nome viene indicato il sistema istituzionale legislativamente fondato sul presupposto della disuguaglianza e segregazione razziale che fu in vigore negli States dal 1876 (ma di fatto dalla loro costituzione) al 1965 e che ha reso la vita un inferno per gli afro-americani specialmente negli Stati del sud. Il nomignolo "Jim Crow" è da far risalire a "Jump Jim Crow", canzonetta popolare del 1828 di tal Thomas Dartmouth (T.D.) "Daddy" Rice, un cabarettista bianco che la interpretava truccato da afroamericano.
E Charles “Cow Cow” Davenport, pianista e cantante nero originario dell’Alabama profonda, sapeva bene di cosa parlava quando a Chicago - al nord, oltre la “Mason-Dixon Line” che per gli afro-americani idealmente separava la schiavitù dalla libertà - nel 1927 incise questo brano per la Paramount, accompagnato da B.T. Wingfield alla cornetta: una grande speranza, quella di lasciarsi alle spalle soprusi, angherie e KKK e di andare al nord dove “i soldi crescono sugli alberi”; una grande delusione, chè nelle fredde città del nord non c’è lavoro per un negro perché “Jim Crow” è dappertutto.
Al proposito si vedano anche I Don't Want No Jim Crow Coffee, Jim Crow e Northbound Blues.