Special Rider Blues
James Skip Lyrics


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I ain't got no, special rider here
I ain't got no, no special rider here
I ain't got nobody
To love and feel my care

I woke up this mo'nin
Looked at spec-special risin' sun
I woke up this mo'nin
I looked at special risin' sun
Now, I pray up to the good Lord
That my special rider, she would come

I got up off-a my pallet
I laid down 'cross my bed
I got up off my pallet
An I laid down across my bed
When I went to eat my breakfast
An the blues was all in my bread

You know, I got a letter
How do you reck'in it read?
I got a letter
An how do you reck'in it read?
You better hur' up an come home
Because yo' special rider, she's dead

That's the reason I ain't
Got no special rider
Rider, here
That's the reason I ain't
Got no special rider, here




Now, I ain't got nobody
To love and feel my care.

Overall Meaning

The song "Special Rider Blues" by James Skip is a blues lamentation about the sadness and loneliness of the singer's life. In the first stanza, the singer expresses his heartbreak over not having a special rider, someone to love and care for. The repetition of the line "I ain't got no, no special rider here" emphasizes the singer's longing and desperation for love and companionship. The second stanza reveals that the singer wakes up to a special rising sun and prays that his special rider will come. However, he is still alone and has to face the blues that surround him.


The third stanza is a metaphorical representation of the singer's life. He is lying on his bed, his pallet, wanting to eat breakfast, but the blues have already permeated into his day. This could represent the sadness and loneliness he feels on a daily basis. The fourth stanza is a twist in the story. The singer receives a letter that reads "You better hur' up an come home / Because yo' special rider, she's dead." The ultimate tragedy is revealed as the singer's special rider has passed away, leaving the singer with no hope for companionship. The final repetition of "Now, I ain't got nobody / To love and feel my care" encapsulates the singer's despair and loneliness at the end of the song.


Line by Line Meaning

I ain't got no, special rider here
I don't have a special someone with me


I ain't got no, no special rider here
I definitely don't have a special someone with me


I ain't got nobody
There's nobody here for me


To love and feel my care
To receive and give love and caring to someone special


I woke up this mo'nin
I woke up this morning


Looked at spec-special risin' sun
I looked at the beautiful rising sun


Now, I pray up to the good Lord
I pray to God


That my special rider, she would come
That my special someone would come to be with me


I got up off-a my pallet
I got off my bedroll


I laid down 'cross my bed
I lay down on my bed


When I went to eat my breakfast
When I went to eat my breakfast


An the blues was all in my bread
I felt depressed while eating my breakfast


You know, I got a letter
I received a letter


How do you reck'in it read?
What do you think the letter said?


You better hur' up an come home
You should come home quickly


Because yo' special rider, she's dead
Your special someone has died


That's the reason I ain't
That's why I don't have


Got no special rider
A special someone


Rider, here
With me


Now, I ain't got nobody
Now there's nobody here for me


To love and feel my care.
To receive my love and care, and to give their own to me




Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, WYNWOOD MUSIC CO. INC.
Written by: SKIP JAMES

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@ZipMann1

Blues, real music for real people.

@BlueBeeMCMLXI

or arseholes ...

@figueroa661

Skip's playing in this song is unbelievable

@DennisRash

A master piece. Nothing more to say.

@bluesque9704

Listening to this on a cloudy dripping day.

@ZeuzBluez

My bluesman number one. Rip skippy.

@papajay111

He's GOTTA play the good shit or the boys could get rough!!! Now I see where the blues come from,,, appease the big guys and you live to play again!!! Skip was the BEST!!!!

@dfbess

Skip James is one of my favorite blues artist .. Hard Time Killin' Floor is my favorite song from him. but all his music was amazing.

@mikebiketrike

have you heard Crow Jane? that's my favourite SJ song!

@DennisRash

His music is very unique and an absolute blues. Phenominal guitar player.

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