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This song is by Sidney Bechet and appears on the compilation The Copulatin' Blues (1987).
Now in the good book on page 21
Says ev'ry married woman gonna have a little fun
'N' if you turn over further, boys, on page 22
Says my wife is John's wife 'n' Henry's gal too
And in the good book on page 23
Says she'll two-time you jus' like she double-crossed me
And in the good book on page 24
Says if yo' wife do the boogie firs' time look out she gon' do that some mo'
'N lemme tell ya sumpn' about that 25th page
It say that back bitin' women is all the rage
And in the good book on page 26
Says you keep your wife home, boy, if you gotta mess 'n' treat her wid a brick
Now page 27, it read like this
Say if your wife get hungry give 'er a mouthful of fist
Now in the good book on page 28
Say when you go out to work a bunch of pinch backs comin' in to yo' back gate
And the closin' of my sermon is on page 29
Says a woman get tired of one man all the time
This song is by Lil Johnson and appears on the compilation The Copulatin' Blues (1987) and on the split compilation album Volume 3 (1994) by Lil Johnson and Barrel House Annie.
If you don't shake you don't get no cake
If you don't hum I'm gonna give you none
You can't ride, honey, you can't ride this train
I'm the chief engineer, I'm gonna run it like Stavin' Chain
I asked you in the morning to treat me right
You put me off, tell me "Wait 'til night"
Now, you can't ride, honey, you can't ride this train
I'm the chief engineer, I'm gonna run it like Stavin' Chain
Back your horse out my stable, back him out fast
I got myself another jockey, get yourself another mare
Now, you can't ride, honey, you can't ride this train
I'm the chief engineer, I'm gonna run it like Stavin' Chain
Stavin' Chain was a man of might
He save up his money just to ride all night
Now, you can't ride, honey, you can't ride this train
I'm the chief engineer, I'm gonna run it like Stavin' Chain
Ride baby ride
Was at your house last night, 'bout half past four
Found another woman comin' out your door
Now, you can't ride, honey, you can't ride this train
I'm the chief engineer, I'm gonna run it like Stavin' Chain
This song is by Oscar's Chicago Swingers, features Sam Theard and appears on the compilation The Copulatin' Blues (1987).
My gal bought me washboard and a tub
I put a shirt on the board, started to rub
I start rubbin', rubbin' on the darned old thing
Now, she said, "Poppa, don't you rub so rough
When you hear me holler, then that's enough"
So I start rubbin', rubbin' on the darned old thing
And I start rubbin' it with care
While she sat down in a chair
I kept rubbin', rubbin' on the darned old thing
She said, "I sure likes the way you rub
You got the best washboard bin in my tub
I start rubbin', rubbin' on the darned old thing
I kept rubbin', the clock struck six
She said, You got time to get your kicks"
I start rubbin', rubbin' on the darned old thing
I said, "Mama, just keep still"
That stroke didn't get it, but this one will
I'll start rubbin', rubbin' on the darned old thing
I got tired, started to sweat
She said, "Don't quit, you ain't started yet"
I start rubbin', rubbin' on the darned old thing
She held up her dress and started to grin
I said, "Baby, let's do it again"
Kept on rubbin', rubbin' on the darned old thing
This song is by Lil Johnson and appears on the compilation The Copulatin' Blues (1987).
My man thought he was raising Sam (?)
I said, "Give it to me baby, you don't understand
Where to put that thing
Where to put that thing
Just press my button, give my bell a ring"
Come on, baby, let's have some fun
Just put your hot dog in my bun
And I'll have that thing
That ting-a-ling
Just press my button, give my bell a ring
My man's out there in the rain and cold
He's got the right key, but just can't find the hole
He say, "Where's that thing
That ting-a-ling
I been pressin' your button, and your bell won't ring"
spoken:
Beat it out, boy!
Come on and oil my button!
Kinda rusty!
Now, tell me daddy, what it's all about
Tryin' to fix your spark plug and it's all worn out
I can't use that thing
That ting-a-ling
I been pressin' your button, and your bell won't ring
Hear my baby, all out of breath
Been workin' all night and ain't done nothin' yet
What's wrong with that thing
My ting-a-ling
I been pressin' your button, and your bell won't ring
Hear me, baby, on my bended knee
I want some kind daddy just to hear my plea
And bring me that thing
That ting-a-ling
Just press my button, give my bell a ring
This song is by Johnnie Temple and The Harlem Hamfats and appears on the compilation The Copulatin' Blues (1987) and on the compilation Those Dirty Blues, Volume 1 (2009).
If you don't shake you don't get no cake
If you don't hum I'm gonna give you none
You can't ride, honey, you can't ride this train
I'm the chief engineer, I'm gonna run it like Stavin' Chain
I asked you in the morning to treat me right
You put me off, tell me "Wait 'til night"
Now, you can't ride, honey, you can't ride this train
I'm the chief engineer, I'm gonna run it like Stavin' Chain
Back your horse out my stable, back him out fast
I got myself another jockey, get yourself another mare
Now, you can't ride, honey, you can't ride this train
I'm the chief engineer, I'm gonna run it like Stavin' Chain
Stavin' Chain was a man of might
He save up his money just to ride all night
Now, you can't ride, honey, you can't ride this train
I'm the chief engineer, I'm gonna run it like Stavin' Chain
Was at your house last night, 'bout half past four
Found another woman comin' out your door
Now, you can't ride, honey, you can't ride this train
I'm the chief engineer, I'm gonna run it like Stavin' Chain
This song is by Merline Johnson and appears on the compilation The Copulatin' Blues (1987).
Don't you feel my leg
Don't you feel my leg
'Cause if you feel my leg
You'll want to feel my thigh
And if you feel my thigh
You'll wanna go up high
So don't you feel my leg
Don't you buy no rye
Don't you buy no rye
'Cause if you buy me some rye
You gonna make me high
And if you make me high
You'll gonna tell a lie
So don't make me high
You said you'd take me out
And treat me fine
But I know there's something
You got on your mind
If you keep drinking
You're gonna get fresh
And you wind up asking
For this fine brown flesh
Don't you feel my leg
Don't you feel my leg
'Cause if you feel my leg
You'll want to feel my thigh
And if you feel my thigh
You'll wanna go up high
So don't you feel my leg
Don't you feel my leg
Don't you feel my leg
'Cause if you feel my leg
You'll want to feel my thigh
And if you feel my thigh
You'll wanna go up high
So don't you feel my leg
This song is by Lil Johnson and appears on the compilation The Copulatin' Blues (1987).
How do you want me to love you, when you keep on holding yours back?
Why, you must think your mama, have got rubber in her back
Now you started to kissin', I asked you to stop, but I could not resist 'cause those kisses was hot
When it comes to lovin', you all right with me, 'cause you got everything that a good man needs
Yes, I twirled and I twirled, baby, I twirled from right to left
Now if you want any more lovin', baby, you'll have to twirl yourself
Yes, I climbed and I climbed, like a fox up a tree, I climbed so high you stole my cherry from me
How do you want me to love you, when you keep on holding yours back?
How do you want me to love you, when you keep on holding yours back?
Why, you must think your mama, have got rubber in her back
Now you started to kissin', I asked you to stop, but I could not resist 'cause those kisses was hot
When it comes to lovin', you all right with me, 'cause you got everything that a good man needs
Yes, I twirled and I twirled, baby, I twirled from right to left
Now if you want any more lovin', baby, you'll have to twirl yourself
When my gauge goes up, and my love comes down, I gets on your trail like a thirsty bloodhound
How do you want me to love you, when you keep on holding yours back, I mean
When you keep on, keep on holding yours back?
This song is by Coot Grant and Kid Wesley Wilson and appears on the compilation The Copulatin' Blues (1987).
I know a man by the name of Jack Frost
Originated the dance they call "Gettin' Off"
Every night about half past twelve
You can hear all the pretty gals yell
Get off with me
Honey, bend your knee!
Don't get too strong
'Cause you can't last long
Gettin' off with me!
Jack goes home and want to be alone
Can't sleep a wink for the telephone
Takes the receiver in his hand
Here's the words he heard from Mary Anne
Get off with me
Honey, bend your knee!
The music's good and hot
It really takes the spot!
Gettin' off with me!
I heard Dirty Clothes said to Gold Dust Twin
You ain't been around since the lord knows when
Gold Dust began to make a fuss
I heard Dirty Clothes out in the tub
Get off with me
And I'll let you be
I hate to hurt
You poor little dirt
Gettin' off with me!
Jack takes a gal to a Lindberg Hop
They danced so rough till they made her stop
She fell down; they made her go home
Because she didn't have the right clothes on
Get off with me!
Honey, bend your knee!
She looked so swell
On the day she fell
Gettin' off with me!
There's a dancing deacon live next door to me
He just at the age of sixty-three
Whenever I get up around the break of day
I heard the old lady when she say
Get off with me
Honey, bend your knee!
Be careful, old man Jack
Don't hurt your back
Gettin' off with me!
Mr. Buren said to Lizzie Ford one time
"Ain't seen you 'round in a long, long time"
He lift up Lizzie's hood
And say, "Your engine sure look good!"
Get off with me
Honey, bend your knee!
Don't go too fast
Or you'll lose your gas
Gettin' off with me!
his song is by Tampa Red and appears on the compilation The Copulatin' Blues (1987).
My daddy rocks me with one steady roll
There's no slippin' when he once takes hold
I looked at the clock and the clock struck one
I said "Now Daddy, ain't we got fun"
He kept rockin' with one steady roll
My man rocks me with one steady roll
There's no slippin' when he once takes hold
I looked at the clock and the clock struck three
I said "Now Daddy, you a-killin' me!"
He kept rockin' with one steady roll
My man rocks me with one steady roll
There's no slippin' when he once takes hold
I looked at the clock and the clock struck six
I said "Now Daddy, you know a lot of tricks!"
He kept rockin' with one steady roll
My man rocks me with one steady roll
There's no slippin' when he once takes hold
I looked at the clock and the clock struck ten
I said "Glory! Amen!"
He kept rockin' with one steady roll
This song is by Coot Grant and Kid Wesley Wilson and appears on the compilation The Copulatin' Blues (1987).
spoken:
(F) Ah, play that thing! Did you get off?
(M) Come here, honey; I got something to tell you.
(F) Whaddaya want? Don't do THAT! Don't DO that!
As long as you KNOW me, don't you put your hand on my mojo!
(M) Why, honey?
sung:
(F) Now, the Depression has made me do a lot of things
That I never done befo'
That's why I went to a fortune teller
And got me this lucky mojo
(M) Honey, I done seen your mojo
That thing ain't nothin' but a joke
(F) But if you keep your hands off a' my mojo,
I'm one woman will never be broke
Just keep your hands off a' my mojo, you can't cut off my luck
Now, keep your hands off a' my mojo, if you ain't got a buck
Time's is hard as hard can be
I don't want no broken man messin' 'round with me
Keep your hands off a' my mojo, you ain't got no time for me
(M) Now, me put my hands on your mojo,
Honey, what harm would that do?
(F) Now, it ain't no tellin', red hot Papa,
Mama may start lovin' you
(M) Heh, if... if you EVER start to lovin' me
Baby, won't that be just fine?
(F) But who's got time to love a man
Ain't got one thin dime?
(M) Yeah, but looky here -- I can give you lots of lovin'
'Cause you know I'm a lovin' cat
(F) But times' so doggone hard now, Baby
A woman can't live off a' that
It's time to love, it's time to pray
It's time to moan and shout
It's a time a woman's got other things
That she wants to think about
Now, keep your hands off a' my mojo, 'cause it sure is lucky to me
Now, keep your hands off a' my mojo, I wish I had two or three
I wear my mojo above my knee
To keep you from tryin' to hoodoo me
So keep your hands off a' my mojo, if you ain't got no stuff for me
his song is by Lucille Bogan and appears on the compilation The Copulatin' Blues (1987).
I got nipples on my titties, big as the end of my thumb
I got somethin' between my legs'll make a dead man come
Oh daddy, baby won't you shave 'em dry?
Now, draw it out!
Want you to grind me baby, grind me until I cry
Say I fucked all night, and all the night before baby
And I feel just like I wanna, fuck some more
Oh great God daddy
Grind me honey and shave me dry
And when you hear me holler baby, want you to shave it dry
I got nipples on my titties, big as the end of my thumb
Daddy you say that's the kind of 'em you want, and you can make 'em come
Oh, daddy shave me dry
And I'll give you somethin' baby, swear it'll make you cry
I'm gon' turn back my mattress, and let you oil my springs
I want you to grind me daddy, 'til the bell do ring
Oh daddy, want you to shave 'em dry
Oh great God daddy, if you can't shave 'em baby won't you try?
Now if fuckin' was the thing, that would take me to heaven
I'd be fuckin' in the studio, till the clock strike eleven
Oh daddy, daddy shave 'em dry
I would fuck you baby, honey I'd make you cry
Now your nuts hang down like a damn bell sapper
And your dick stands up like a steeple
Your goddam ass-hole stands open like a church door
And the crabs walks in like people
Ow, shit!
Ooh! Baby, won't you shave 'em dry
A big sow gets fat from eatin' corn
And a pig gets fat from suckin'
Reason you see this whore, fat like I am
Great God, I got fat from fuckin'
Eeeeh! Shave 'em dry
My back is made of whalebone
And my cock is made of brass
And my fuckin' is made for workin' men's two dollars
Great God, round to kiss my ass
Oh! Whoo, daddy, shave 'em dry
This song is by Georgia White and appears on the compilation The Copulatin' Blues (1987).
I own a secondhand furniture store and I think my prices are fair
That is until this real cheap guy came in one day
Saw this chair he wanted to buy, but he wouldn't, claimed the price was too high
So I looked him straight in his eye, and this was my reply...
If I can't sell it, I'm gonna sit down on it
Why should I give it away
Now, darlin', if you want it, you gotta buy it
And I mean just what I say
Now, how'd you like to find this waitin at home for you every night
Only been used once or twice and it's still nice and tight
But if I can't sell it, I'm gonna keep sittin' on it
I don't see the need to give it away
Now, you can't find a better pair of legs in town
And a back like this, hah, not for miles around
And that is why if I can't sell it, I'm gonna recline upon it
Why should I give it away
Because it's made for comfort, built for wear and tear
Where else would you find such a easy chair, hah-hah-hah
Oh, but if I can't sell it, I am going to remain seated on it
I ain't about to give it away
Oh, because it's lush, plush, slick and sleek
Darlin', a high class piece like this at any price is cheap
So, if I can't sell it, I'm gonna remain seated on it
I don't see the need to give it away
Now, look at this nice bottom, ain't it easy on the eye
Guaranteed to support any weight or size
But if I can't sell it, I'm gonna sit down on it
I ain't about to give it away
You know I have really had my fill of folks always comin' around with their hand
Stuck out
Want somethin' and don't want to give nothin'
Now, if you want this, put your hand in your stash and gimme some cash
If you want somethin' for free, go to the Salvation Army, don't come to me
Now this is not Saint Vincent de Paul's place, this is Ruth's place Read my lips
No free trips!
And you can look at me and see I have not been starvin', darlin'
Now I have a few diamonds that I haven't even taken off to dust lately
Now you are not getting anything around here for free
Show me the colour of your money
Goodbye!
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