Georgia Yellow Hammers "Black Annie" LYRICS HERE (1928) Bill Chitwood, Uncle Bud Landress, hillbilly скачать в хорошем качестве

Georgia Yellow Hammers "Black Annie" LYRICS HERE (1928) Bill Chitwood, Uncle Bud Landress, hillbilly

Georgia Yellow Hammers "Black Annie" The melody resembles a Tin Pan Alley song titled "On The 5:15" (published in 1914), and someone added "hillbilly" lyrics to the old melody. Victor V-40138 October 18, 1928 Atlanta, Georgia Banjo = Uncle Bud Landress Fiddle = Bill Chitwood Guitar = Ernest Moody, Phil Reeve Well, me and my baby had a little falling out. Won't you stop and let me tell you what it's all about? She woke me up the other morning just at half past three. Thinks I'm goin' to work, but that ain't me. Well, before I go to work, let me tell you what I do. Get another woman just as warm as you. I packed my trunk, and I thought I had her there. She shoved a hundred dollar bill in my face and said... "Ah, you may go, but this is going to bring you back." "Well, I don't know. I'm really disgusted at the way you've acted. You took all the furniture, You put it in pawn to buy them there tailor-mades that you got on." "You may go, but this is going to bring you back." Well, I went downtown, and I fell in a saloon. I got my head loaded, got desperate soon. I went right back to the place I'd been before. And she wouldn't recognize me, wouldn't let me in. I got myself together, and I knocked down the door. Great big bully sittin' there by my stove. Skillets and lids I began to throw. When I thought I heard my baby say the fool went out the door. "You may go, but this is going to bring you back." Well, she bought me a wheel for to ride around. You know, my wheel's called one of the finest in town. Bicycle suit of the finest kind. None of them fools could equal mine. I got on my wheel, and I started out, out to buy my babies when I hear my honey shout: "Kill 'em, kid, you sweet thing, my honey. Well, you sure look hot--you sure look hot. You uptown fool, you had rather be shot, rather be shot than to see my baby coming down the street with a pocket full of money and a place to sleep. Pay no attention to who we meet. Just kill 'em, kill 'em, kid." Well, I carried my girl to the dance last night Just to show show them fools that we were right. When we entered right through the door I thought some a-soldiers gonna raise a fight. But when the band begin to play, begin to play that Bamboushay, I was swingin' in the air when I heard my baby say, "Got a brand new man. Got a foldin' bed to sleep on. Got a brand-new sofa, got a-plenty to eat. Brand new man, and he can't be beat." I got a swell-headed lady, and she can't be beat.