Now, my meat is gone, no more flour in my barrels
All my meat is gone, no more flour in my barrel
And if I don't get me some groceries, I'm sure gonna lose my gal
Now, I'm goin' up to the Relief, I want a order today
I sure do, boy!
I'm goin' up to the Relief, I want a order today
But if I don't get some groceries, my babe gon' run away
Now, Uncle Sam is helping millions, seem like he'd help poor me
Uncle Sam is helping millions, seem like he'd help poor me
Now, I'm goin' down there tomorrow morning and ask for sympathy
Now if they deny me and that won't help me none
Now if they deny me and that won't help me none
I'm going to help myself with my .32-20 and my .41
And then it will be too late, too late, to call on the Chief of Police
And it'll be too late, too late, to call on the Chief of Police
But I've got to have me some groceries and I'll be denied by the Relief
All my meat is gone, no more flour in my barrel
And if I don't get me some groceries, I'm sure gonna lose my gal
Now, I'm goin' up to the Relief, I want a order today
I sure do, boy!
I'm goin' up to the Relief, I want a order today
But if I don't get some groceries, my babe gon' run away
Now, Uncle Sam is helping millions, seem like he'd help poor me
Uncle Sam is helping millions, seem like he'd help poor me
Now, I'm goin' down there tomorrow morning and ask for sympathy
Now if they deny me and that won't help me none
Now if they deny me and that won't help me none
I'm going to help myself with my .32-20 and my .41
And then it will be too late, too late, to call on the Chief of Police
And it'll be too late, too late, to call on the Chief of Police
But I've got to have me some groceries and I'll be denied by the Relief
inviata da Bernart Bartleby - 6/12/2017 - 14:52
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Parole e musica di Blind Teddy Darby (1906-1975), chitarrista blues reso cieco a 20 anni per un glaucoma. Attivo a St. Louis tra la fine degli anni 20 ed il 1937, quando lasciò il Blues per Dio, essendo ordinato diacono di non so quale chiesa.
Nella raccolta “Blind Teddy Darby, 1929-1937 (St. Louis Country Blues)”, pubblicata nel 1984 dall’austriaca Earl Archives / Document Records
Testo trovato su Weeniepedia, il bel sito di Weenie Campbell dedicato al blues
Blues della miseria disperata. “Se il Soccorso non mi aiuta con qualcosa da mettere sotto ai denti, perderò anche la mia donna… Possibile che lo Zio Sam vada per il mondo ad aiutare un sacco di gente e non aiuti un poveraccio come me?… E se non mi aiuteranno loro, allora mi aiuterò da solo con le mie .32-20 e .41 ma, se mi spingeranno a tanto, allora sarà troppo tardi per chiamare la polizia...”