Bad time are fallin' me, tell the world the panic is on
Bad times are fallin' me, tell the world the panic is on
I feel so disgusted, all the good times done gone
Everybody is crying, they can't get a break
Everybody is crying, they can't get a break
Tell me, what's the matter, everything seems too late
When you hear me howlin', then you know something's going on wrong
When you hear me howlin', then you know something's wrong
Bad time has got me, 't's why I sing this song
I can't make a nickel, I'm flat as I can be
I can't make a nickel, I'm flat as I can be
Some people say money is talkin', but it won't say a word to me
I ain't had a paycheck since the devil was a boy
I ain't had a paycheck since the devil was a boy
And if I get a real job, I'd pass out with joy
Bad times are fallin' me, I can't get a gal
Bad times are fallin' me, I can't get a gal
You know gals cost money, when she'll be your pal
Bad times are fallin' me, baby needs some shoes
Bad times are fallin' me, baby needs some shoes
I've had enough hangin' around, keep me singin' Bad Time Blues
Bad times are fallin' me, tell the world the panic is on
I feel so disgusted, all the good times done gone
Everybody is crying, they can't get a break
Everybody is crying, they can't get a break
Tell me, what's the matter, everything seems too late
When you hear me howlin', then you know something's going on wrong
When you hear me howlin', then you know something's wrong
Bad time has got me, 't's why I sing this song
I can't make a nickel, I'm flat as I can be
I can't make a nickel, I'm flat as I can be
Some people say money is talkin', but it won't say a word to me
I ain't had a paycheck since the devil was a boy
I ain't had a paycheck since the devil was a boy
And if I get a real job, I'd pass out with joy
Bad times are fallin' me, I can't get a gal
Bad times are fallin' me, I can't get a gal
You know gals cost money, when she'll be your pal
Bad times are fallin' me, baby needs some shoes
Bad times are fallin' me, baby needs some shoes
I've had enough hangin' around, keep me singin' Bad Time Blues
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2017/12/5 - 10:47
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Parole e musica di Robert “Barbecue Bob” Hicks
Nelle raccolte “Complete Recorded Works In Chronological Order: Volume 2 (21 April 1928 To 3 November 1929)” della Document Records (1991) e “Ain't Times Hard: Political & Social Comment In The Blues” della JSP Records (2008)
Ancora blues dalla Grande Depressione.
Come suggerisce il suo soprannome, Robert “Barbecue Bob” Hicks (1902-1931) lavorava come cuoco in un grill restaurant ad Atlanta, Georgia, e infatti nelle rare foto che lo ritraggono compare spesso in divisa da lavoro.
Il nostro Barbecue Bob doveva essere un profeta perché in “Bad Time Blues” descrisse il “Wall Street Panic” del 1929 un anno prima del suo verificarsi. Quello che invece il cuoco canterino non riuscì a prevedere è che la Grande Depressione l’avrebbe ammazzato: morì infatti nel 1931 a soli 29 anni di tubercolosi e polmonite.