Gut Bucket Blues - 1983 Satchmo Version

作词 : W. C. Handy

作曲 : W. C. Handy

E'er since Miss Susan Johnson lost her Jockey, Lee

There has been much excitement, more to be

You can hear her moaning night and morn

Wonder where my easy rider's gone?

Cable grams come of sympathy

Telegrams go of inquiry

Letters come from down in, 'Bam'

And everywhere that Uncle Sam

Has even a rural delivery

All day the phone rings but it's not for me

At last good tidings fill our hearts with glee

This message comes from Tennessee

Dear Sue, your easy rider struck this burg today

On a south-bound rattler side door Pullman car

Seen him here an' he was on the hog

Spoken the smoke was broke, no joke, not a jitney on him

Easy rider's gotta stay away

So he had to vamp it but the hike ain't far

He's gone where the southern cross' the Yellow Dog

I know the Yellow Dog district like a book

Indeed I know the route that rider took

Ev'ry cross tie, bayou, burg and bog

Way down where the southern cross' the Dog

Money don't zactly grow on trees

On cotton stalks it grows with ease

No race horse, race track, no grand stand

Is like old beck and buckshot land

Down where the southern cross' the Dog

Every kitchen there is a cabaret

Down there the Boll Weevil works while the darkies play

This Yellow Dog blues the live long day

Dear Sue, your easy rider struck this burg today

On a south-bound rattler side door Pullman car

Seen him here an' he was on the hog

Spoken the smoke was broke, no joke, not a jitney on him

Easy rider's gotta stay away

So he had to vamp it but the hike ain't far

He's gone where the southern cross' the Yellow Dog