Your Funeral And My Trial
Sonny Boy Williamson Lyrics

Please come home to your daddy, and explain yourself to me
Because I and you are man and wife, tryin' to start a family
I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive
If you can't treat me no better, it gotta be your funeral and my trial

When I and you first got together, 't was on one Friday night
We spent two lovely hours together, and the world knows allright
I'm just beggin' you baby, please cut out that off the wall jive
You know you gotta treat me better, if you don't it gotta be your funeral and my trial
Alright... (solo)
The good Lord made the world and everything was in it
The way my baby love is some solid sentiment
She can love to heal the sick and she can love to raise the dead
You think I'm jokin' but you better be- lieve what I say
I'm beggin' you baby, cut out that off the wall jive
Yeh you gotta treat me better, or it gotta be your funeral and my trial

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Written by: Sonny Boy Williamson

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Joan Eskins

This poor man died penniless but the music he left behind is priceless'

Tommy Barnes

Best posting ever!


@Subliminal Origami Naw just a black man let down and not paid what he was owed. He travelled the world and gave to the universe. He was not always pleasant but he was a great man.


He was mean & evil ( read some from his pairs) & a great great artist. & he cared about his money, although he has never been paid enough for his work . Bluesmen are just common people. The genius comes from their astonishing talent ( & sometimes iron balls) to tell us what a common people is.


@Jigov What? Please, read some books about bluesmen's life, or just watch to " Cadillac records" ( not 100% crappy, & right especially about nice suits & Cadillacs). It's not a shame to receive the money you earned. On the other hand, it is a shame not to be paid for his talent, and it is certain that these bluesmen are in this category. A starving artist is a dead artist.


Joan Eskins financially maybe he was poor but he was rich when it came to blowing that harmonica

Cat Daddy

I used to listen to him in my mama’s kitchen in Clarksdale, Mississippi in the 1950-60s.

grant smythe

Vicksburg here. Sonny Boy, Jimmy Reed, Muddy, Howlin Wolf and so many others! Listening to John R., WLAC. Mercy that music used to send chills down to my toes...and still does.

Painless Removals

Anybody gives this the thumbs down must have cement between their ears! Watch a maestro at work & give him the awe & respect he is due! He's long gone now but I will never forget him on that 1964 Blues Festival & his appearances on tv & in the clubs. Check out Help me & Mighty long time! It doesn't get any better than this!

Nathalie Dop


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