Gang: Let's hook 'em, let's hook 'em now. Woah.
Early in the mornin' by the ding dong ding,
Wake up in the mornin', serve the same old thing.
Gang: Oh man, oh, oh, oh man
Wasn't I lucky last summer when I got my time,
My buddy got a hundred, I got ninety-nine.
Who's that man, buddy, on that big white hoss,
I don't know his name but they call him boss.
If you see my sister tell her pray for me,
Tell my mother don't write to me.
Tell my buddy he got to write no mo',
I got a long time ,sinner, they gonna see me no more.
Who's that man, buddy, on that big white hoss,
I don't know his name but they call him boss.
Wasn't I lucky last summer when I got my time,
My buddy got a hundred, I got ninety-nine.
If I had my pistol wouldn't do ne'er one.
If I had my pistol wouldn't do ne'er one.
Well man, oh man, here come a dangerous blue,
Here come Joe comin', keep a-walkin' through.
High top, low bottom and it won't be long,
Can't haul by here and it won't be long.
Camp I, Camp A, two leadin' farms,
Don't come to Angola, this a murder's home.
I don't want no trouble (with) the boys I know,
I don't know you buddy though you live next door.
You talk about my buddy, you talk about a dangerous blue,
If I had my pistol, be a-dangerous too.
Waterboy, waterboy, put the bucket down,
If you don't bring me no water, throw the water down.
Hear me callin’ , buddy, by the light of the moon,
Early in the mornin' by the light of the moon.
Hook that water, buddy call the waterman,
Here come the head captain with his great big gun.
Late in the evening, buddy, the sun goin' down,
We got to cut this cane, buddy, let's get it down.
Watch my buddy, buddy he start to fall,
Help that boy, won't you make it long.
Cane knives jumpin', buddy, captain, people scream, Headland, no trouble, let's .make it through.
Woah man, woah man, as you go along,
Woah man, woah man, as you go along
Late over in the evenin' by the midnight day,
We got to save this, buddy, got to save this hay.
Early in the mornin' by the ding dong ding,
Wake up in the mornin', serve the same old thing.
Gang: Oh man, oh, oh, oh man
Wasn't I lucky last summer when I got my time,
My buddy got a hundred, I got ninety-nine.
Who's that man, buddy, on that big white hoss,
I don't know his name but they call him boss.
If you see my sister tell her pray for me,
Tell my mother don't write to me.
Tell my buddy he got to write no mo',
I got a long time ,sinner, they gonna see me no more.
Who's that man, buddy, on that big white hoss,
I don't know his name but they call him boss.
Wasn't I lucky last summer when I got my time,
My buddy got a hundred, I got ninety-nine.
If I had my pistol wouldn't do ne'er one.
If I had my pistol wouldn't do ne'er one.
Well man, oh man, here come a dangerous blue,
Here come Joe comin', keep a-walkin' through.
High top, low bottom and it won't be long,
Can't haul by here and it won't be long.
Camp I, Camp A, two leadin' farms,
Don't come to Angola, this a murder's home.
I don't want no trouble (with) the boys I know,
I don't know you buddy though you live next door.
You talk about my buddy, you talk about a dangerous blue,
If I had my pistol, be a-dangerous too.
Waterboy, waterboy, put the bucket down,
If you don't bring me no water, throw the water down.
Hear me callin’ , buddy, by the light of the moon,
Early in the mornin' by the light of the moon.
Hook that water, buddy call the waterman,
Here come the head captain with his great big gun.
Late in the evening, buddy, the sun goin' down,
We got to cut this cane, buddy, let's get it down.
Watch my buddy, buddy he start to fall,
Help that boy, won't you make it long.
Cane knives jumpin', buddy, captain, people scream, Headland, no trouble, let's .make it through.
Woah man, woah man, as you go along,
Woah man, woah man, as you go along
Late over in the evenin' by the midnight day,
We got to save this, buddy, got to save this hay.
envoyé par Pluck - 13/3/2024 - 21:12
N.B.
L'indirizzo internet che vi invio corrisponde al testo pubblicato della canzone cantata da Johnny Butler and gang e registrata dal Dr. Harry Oster ad Angola.
Il video pubblicato nella pagina iniziale corrisponde alla canzone omonima registrata da Alan Lomax a Parchman e cantata da "22",Little Red e altri che vi inviero' a breve.
Grazie.Distinti saluti.
Early in the Mornin' - Johnny Butler and gang - Prison Worksong - Dr. Harry Oster 1959.
L'indirizzo internet che vi invio corrisponde al testo pubblicato della canzone cantata da Johnny Butler and gang e registrata dal Dr. Harry Oster ad Angola.
Il video pubblicato nella pagina iniziale corrisponde alla canzone omonima registrata da Alan Lomax a Parchman e cantata da "22",Little Red e altri che vi inviero' a breve.
Grazie.Distinti saluti.
Early in the Mornin' - Johnny Butler and gang - Prison Worksong - Dr. Harry Oster 1959.
Pluck - 15/3/2024 - 07:58
Langue: italien
EARLY IN THE MORNING - Recorded by Alan Lomax in 1947 at the Mississippi State Penitentiary at Parchman, Mississippi
(sung by “22”, Little Red, Tangle Eye, and Hard Hair, accompanied by double cutting axes)
Prison Songs .
(sung by “22”, Little Red, Tangle Eye, and Hard Hair, accompanied by double cutting axes)
Prison Songs .
EARLY IN THE MORNING
Well, it’s early in the morn –in the morning, baby
When I rise, Lordy mama
Well, it’s early every morning a-baby
When I rise well-a well-a
It’s early in the morning, baby
When I rise, Lordy baby
You have-, it’s I have misery, Berta,
Wa, in my right side
Well-a, in a my right side, Lordy baby-
R-in-a my right side,Lordy, sugar.
Well, it´s I have a misery, Berta,
R-in-a my right side, well-a.
Well-a, it's-a, Lordy,
Ro-Lordy-Berta,
Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe,
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie,
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.
Well-a, whosonever told it, That he told a- he told a dirty lie, babe.
Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a -he told a dirty lie, well-a.
Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a -he told a dirty lie, babe.
Well the eagle on the dollar-quarter,
He gonna rise and fly, well-a.
He gonna rise and fly, sugar.
He gonna rise and fly, well-a.
Well the eagle on the dollar-quarter, He gonna rise and fly, well-a.
Well-a, it's-a, Lordy,
Ro-Lordy-Berta,
Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe,
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie,
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.
Well-rocks ’n gravel make -a
Make a solid road
Well-a takes a-rock –a gravel make a
To make a solid road, well-a
It takes a good lookin woman to make a
To make a good lookin whore
Well-a It takes a good lookin woman, Lord, Baby
To make a good lookin whore, Lord sugar
It takes a good lookin woman to make-a
To make a good lookin whore, well-a
Well-a, it's-a, Lordy,
Ro-Lordy-Berta,
Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe,
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie,
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.
Boys, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the-
On the schoolhouse door, sugar.
Well, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the-
R-on the schoolhouse door, Well-a.
Well, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the-
On the schoolhouse door, sugar.
Well he pecks so hard, Lordy, baby,
Until his pecker got sore, well-a,
Until his pecker got sore, Lordy, baby,
Until his pecker got sore, Lord, sugar.
Well he pecks so hard, Lord, mama,
Until his pecker got sure, well-a.
Well-a, it's-a, Lordy,
Ro-Lordy-Berta,
Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe,
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie,
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.
Well, hain't been to Georgia, boys,
but, Well, it's I been told, sugar.
Well, hain't been to Georgia, Georgia.
But, it's I been told, well-a.
Well, haint been to Georgia, Georgia.
But, it's I been told, Lord, mama.
Well, it’s early in the morn –in the morning, baby
When I rise, Lordy mama
Well, it’s early every morning a-baby
When I rise well-a well-a
It’s early in the morning, baby
When I rise, Lordy baby
You have-, it’s I have misery, Berta,
Wa, in my right side
Well-a, in a my right side, Lordy baby-
R-in-a my right side,Lordy, sugar.
Well, it´s I have a misery, Berta,
R-in-a my right side, well-a.
Well-a, it's-a, Lordy,
Ro-Lordy-Berta,
Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe,
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie,
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.
Well-a, whosonever told it, That he told a- he told a dirty lie, babe.
Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a -he told a dirty lie, well-a.
Well-a, whosonever told it, that he told a -he told a dirty lie, babe.
Well the eagle on the dollar-quarter,
He gonna rise and fly, well-a.
He gonna rise and fly, sugar.
He gonna rise and fly, well-a.
Well the eagle on the dollar-quarter, He gonna rise and fly, well-a.
Well-a, it's-a, Lordy,
Ro-Lordy-Berta,
Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe,
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie,
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.
Well-rocks ’n gravel make -a
Make a solid road
Well-a takes a-rock –a gravel make a
To make a solid road, well-a
It takes a good lookin woman to make a
To make a good lookin whore
Well-a It takes a good lookin woman, Lord, Baby
To make a good lookin whore, Lord sugar
It takes a good lookin woman to make-a
To make a good lookin whore, well-a
Well-a, it's-a, Lordy,
Ro-Lordy-Berta,
Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe,
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie,
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.
Boys, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the-
On the schoolhouse door, sugar.
Well, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the-
R-on the schoolhouse door, Well-a.
Well, the peckerwood a-peckin' on the-
On the schoolhouse door, sugar.
Well he pecks so hard, Lordy, baby,
Until his pecker got sore, well-a,
Until his pecker got sore, Lordy, baby,
Until his pecker got sore, Lord, sugar.
Well he pecks so hard, Lord, mama,
Until his pecker got sure, well-a.
Well-a, it's-a, Lordy,
Ro-Lordy-Berta,
Well, it's Lord (you keep a-talkin'), babe,
Well, it's Lord, Ro-Lordy-Rosie,
Well, it's, o Lord, Gal, well-a.
Well, hain't been to Georgia, boys,
but, Well, it's I been told, sugar.
Well, hain't been to Georgia, Georgia.
But, it's I been told, well-a.
Well, haint been to Georgia, Georgia.
But, it's I been told, Lord, mama.
envoyé par Pluck - 15/3/2024 - 08:21
Langue: italien
Testo e altre note da Azizi Powell ( pancocojams ) :
Johnny Lee Moore from The Alan Lomax Collection: Southern Journey, Vol. 5 - Bad Man Ballads (Prison Songs).1959-1960
Recorded at the Mississippi State Penitentiary better known as Parchman Farm * – Sunflower County - Mississippi Delta region.
Historical Records 1947
Transcription by Alan Lomax,
Early In The Morning (Prison Work Song 1947-1948, lyrics ...
pancocojams
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Johnny Lee Moore from The Alan Lomax Collection: Southern Journey, Vol. 5 - Bad Man Ballads (Prison Songs).1959-1960
Recorded at the Mississippi State Penitentiary better known as Parchman Farm * – Sunflower County - Mississippi Delta region.
Historical Records 1947
Transcription by Alan Lomax,
Early In The Morning (Prison Work Song 1947-1948, lyrics ...
pancocojams
http://pancocojams.blogspot.com › 2014
EARLY IN THE MORNING
(sung by Johnny Moore and other men)
Wake up in the mornin', well-a,
With a cup and a pan.
Wake up in the mornin', well-a,
With a cup and a pan.
Well, you say anything about it,
Well-a have trouble out the man.
Well, you say anything about it,
Well-a have trouble out the man.
Oh captain, captain, don'tcha,
Well-a, know my name?
Oh captain, captain, don'tcha,
Well-a, know my name?
Well, I used to be the porter, well-a,
On the southbound train.
Well, I used to be the porter, well-a,
On the southbound train.
I'm the same grand rascal, well-a,
Stole your watch and chain.
I'm the same grand rascal, well-a,
Stole your watch and chain.
Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal!
Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal!
Well, Mamie in Meridian, livin' at ease,
Well, Mamie in Meridian, livin' at ease,
Well, I'm on Parchman, got to work or leave.
Well, I'm on Parchman, got to work or leave.
I’m gonna holler like – [give a mighty good squall] (?) *
I’m gonna holler like – [give a mighty good squall] (?)
I'll call Alberta from the woman's wall.
I'll call Alberta from the woman's wall.
Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal!
Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal!
Well, look over yonder, sun done gone,
Well, look over yonder, sun done gone,
Well, way over yonder, where the western sun.
Well, way over yonder, where the western sun.
Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal!
Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal!
Mud ! Mud ! **
(sung by Johnny Moore and other men)
Wake up in the mornin', well-a,
With a cup and a pan.
Wake up in the mornin', well-a,
With a cup and a pan.
Well, you say anything about it,
Well-a have trouble out the man.
Well, you say anything about it,
Well-a have trouble out the man.
Oh captain, captain, don'tcha,
Well-a, know my name?
Oh captain, captain, don'tcha,
Well-a, know my name?
Well, I used to be the porter, well-a,
On the southbound train.
Well, I used to be the porter, well-a,
On the southbound train.
I'm the same grand rascal, well-a,
Stole your watch and chain.
I'm the same grand rascal, well-a,
Stole your watch and chain.
Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal!
Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal!
Well, Mamie in Meridian, livin' at ease,
Well, Mamie in Meridian, livin' at ease,
Well, I'm on Parchman, got to work or leave.
Well, I'm on Parchman, got to work or leave.
I’m gonna holler like – [give a mighty good squall] (?) *
I’m gonna holler like – [give a mighty good squall] (?)
I'll call Alberta from the woman's wall.
I'll call Alberta from the woman's wall.
Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal!
Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal!
Well, look over yonder, sun done gone,
Well, look over yonder, sun done gone,
Well, way over yonder, where the western sun.
Well, way over yonder, where the western sun.
Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal!
Cryin' ol' Mamie, well-a, Oh Lordy, gal!
Mud ! Mud ! **
* Mississippi State Penitentiary (MSP), also known as Parchman Farm, is a maximum-security prison farm located in the unincorporated community of Parchman in Sunflower County, Mississippi, in the Mississippi Delta region
Verso* e nota ** da :
The Mudcat Cafè - 2009
ADD Version: Early in the Morning - From: Ken Schatz.
** About the shouts at the end, William Ferris, in Blues from the Delta, says:
"When a tree is cut or the hoers reach the end of a row, the caller signals the end of his chant by crying 'Mud! Mud! Mud!'"
( Wikipedia )
Verso* e nota ** da :
The Mudcat Cafè - 2009
ADD Version: Early in the Morning - From: Ken Schatz.
** About the shouts at the end, William Ferris, in Blues from the Delta, says:
"When a tree is cut or the hoers reach the end of a row, the caller signals the end of his chant by crying 'Mud! Mud! Mud!'"
( Wikipedia )
envoyé par Pluck - 24/3/2024 - 18:43
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Recorded by Dr. Harry Oster at the Louisiana State Penitentiary , Angola, La. and other locations, mostly in 1959.
Early in the Mornin', Johnny Butler and gang.
This cane cutting song, usually known as the "Bullin' Hundred," is the best known surviving group worksong at Angola. A gang of approximately a hundred prisoners (they refer to themselves ironically as bulls since they are frustrated and womanless) joins the moaning chorus of the song; often different workers lead the singing, sometimes describing their own personal history in verses they make up, or more often drawing on a fund of traditional verses.