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You Can't Keep No Brown
Bo Weavil Jackson Lyrics


I woke up this mornin', mama, blues all 'round my bed
Soon this mornin', mama, blues all around my bed
Thinkin' 'bout the kind words that my mama had said

Now my Mama's dead, so is my Daddy, too
Now my Mama's dead, so is my Daddy, too
That's the reason I tried so hard to get along with you

Now, where there ain't no lovin', there ain't no gettin' along
Where there ain't no lovin', there ain't no gettin' along
'Cause you'll have more trouble, honey, now the days is long

So many days, I stoled away and cried
So many days, I stoled away and cried
Poor boy's been mistreated, I can't be satisfied

Now, I'm gonna write a letter, mail it in the air
I'm gonna write a letter, gonna mail it in the air
Because the March wind blows, blows news everywhere

'Cause I'm going up the country, won't be very long
Sweet gal, you can count the days I'm gone

Awful tender-hearted, don't have to fight
The gal I get she's got to try to treat me right
I'm crazy 'bout my Jane, tell the world that I am
'Cause I'm goin' where they sing Long Distance Blues

Now you get way back, you ball the jack
Begin to fight you get to snatch it back
I want to see my Jane, tell the world that I do
'Cause I'm goin' where, sing Long Distance Blues

Contributed by Elijah V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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JK Rost

Gotta love Bo Weavil. After decades of listening to him, it never gets old.

Jean-Michel Dehalu

Now I woke up this morning mama, blues all around my bed
Now I woke up this morning mama, blues all around my bed
Thinking about the kinds words, that my mama had said

Now my mama's dead, so is my daddy too
Now my mama's dead, so is my daddy too
That's the reason I tried to hard, to get along with you

Now where there ain't no loving, ain't no getting along
Now where there ain't no loving, ain't no getting along
Because you'll have more trouble, honey than all the day is long

So many days, I stoled away and cried
So many days, I stoled away and cried
Poor boy has been mistreated, now I can't be satisfied

Now I'm going to write a letter, mail it in the air
Now I'm going to write a letter, mail it in the air
Because the March wind blows, it blows news everywhere

Because I'm going up the country : won't be very long
Good gal : you can count the days I'm gone

I often tell my honey, don't have to fight
I often tell my honey, don't have to fight
The gal that gets you, has got to try to treat you right

chinoperfect

San Butler, gracias por subirlo, tienes una joya

27Atomic

Yummy!

Jan Haasler

Bob Brozman definately got elements of his blues playing from Bo-Weavil Jackson i think.
His version of Highway 49 Blues quotes a lot of that (besides other influences like hawaiian tones).
Thanks for sharing.

Km73386 S

Anybody notice that Boweavil doesn’t play slide on Crow Jane?

Bob Jones

sounds like canned heat

E180 TEKNO

it's the same musical sound, same style of cross road blues as r.jonhson.

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