44 Blues
Roosevelt Sykes Lyrics


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Lord I walked all night long with my 44 in my hand
Lord I walked all night long with my 44 in my hand
I've been looking for my woman and I found her with another man

I wore my 44 so long, you know it made my shoulder sour
Well I wore my 44 so long, until it made my shoulder sour
After I do what I want to I'm gonna wear my 44 no more
Bye bye

Well I got a little cabin and my cabin is number 44




Well I got a little cabin and my cabin is number 44
When I wake up every morning I can hear the wolf scratching my door

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Roosevelt Sykes's song "44 Blues" tell the story of a man who has been cheated on by his woman. He spends the night walking around town with his .44 gun in hand, searching for her. When he finally finds her with another man, he is angry and bitter. The weight of his gun has caused immense physical pain - his shoulder is sore from wearing it for too long. Despite his hurt, the man is resigned to the situation and ultimately decides to walk away.


The bluesy melody and melancholic lyrics of "44 Blues" convey a deep sense of pain and loss. The repetition of the phrase "44 in my hand" emphasizes the significance of the gun as a symbol of power, revenge, and protection. The imagery of the wolf scratching at the door adds to the sense of danger and threat that pervades the song.


Line by Line Meaning

Lord I walked all night long with my 44 in my hand
I spent the whole night wandering around with my gun looking for my cheating partner.


I've been looking for my woman and I found her with another man
I was searching for my lover, and I discovered she has been seeing someone else.


Well I wore my 44 so long, until it made my shoulder sour
I carried my gun for so many hours that it caused pain in my shoulder.


After I do what I want to I'm gonna wear my 44 no more
Once I have taken care of business, I will no longer need to carry my gun around.


Well I got a little cabin and my cabin is number 44
I own a small house, and its number happens to be 44.


When I wake up every morning I can hear the wolf scratching my door
Every morning I wake up to the sound of a wolf scratching at my front door.




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@jean-micheldehalu6572

Lord I walked all night long with my forty four in my hand
Lord I walked all night long with my forty four in my hand
I've been looking for my woman and I found her with another man
I wore my forty four so long, you know it made my shoulder sour
Well I wore my forty four so long, until it made my shoulder sour
After I do what I want to I'm gonna wear my 44 no more
Bye bye
Well I got a little cabin and my cabin is number forty four
Well I got a little cabin and my cabin is number forty four
When I wake up every morning I can hear the wolf scratching my door



All comments from YouTube:

@katmandew2152

Superb piano , TRULY inventive precursor of great note. Thanks.

@ronaldgurri9082

Man I love this song. This by far the best version I have heard hands down.

@TedSilar

He's playing simultaneously in three different rhythms!

@fatswaller6681

TedSilar listen to the Vicksburg blues, Little Brother Montgomery

@hamletsmill258

No, he is not.

@TedSilar

@Hamlet's Mill Yes he is.

@TedSilar

Is too.@@hamletsmill258

@TREYOLDHIPPIE

Yes Roosevelt is callin out an "Engine" as the 44 also. But the cabin ..seeming to be the last of the 44's, sure could be a cell. Great minds adding it up here. Makin it so real. Always.

@carolmikofsky4976

Great photo of Roosy Sykes!

@TREYOLDHIPPIE

Thank you for your answer. I thought it was THAT old..but the 44 handgun was not around until something like the 50's.. I love the song, I GET the shoulder being sore, and I wonder what sort of 44 he spoke of back then. maybe it was a mean ole shotgun. I am no expert.. but that song 'hit' me in the face when I was 44 and scraping the bottom.. after a wreck. You know blues.. truly are for people who have them or know them.. and a whole lot of us 'DO.' LOVE IT, one of the classics 4 sure

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