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I'm Alabama bound
I'm Alabama bound
And if the train don't turn around
I'm Alabama bound

Oh, don't you leave me here
Oh, don't you leave me here
But if you must go anyhow

Looky looky yonder
Looky looky yonder
Looky looky yonder
Where the sun done gone.

The cap'in' (captain) can't hold 'em (him or them)
Cap'in' can't hold 'em
Cap'in' can't hold 'em

Black girl, black girl
Don't you lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night

'Neath the pines, 'neath the pines
Where the sun never shines
And I shivered in the cold, deadly cold*

Bottle It Up And Go
Huddie Ledbetter
(Robert Brown)

You got to bottle it up and go
Well, you got to bottle it up and go
Yes, them high-powered women
Sure got to bottle it up and go

When I was a little baby, my mother rocked me in the cradle,
In them ole cotton fields back home
When I was a little baby, my mother rocked me in the cradle,
In them ole cotton fields back home

Oh when them cotton balls get rotten, you can't pick very much cotton,
In them ole cotton fields back home
It was down in Louisiana, just a mile from Texarkana,

Now this is the blues
There was a white man had the blues
Thought it was nothing to worry about
Now you lay down at night
You roll from one side of the bed to the other all
Night long
Ya can't sleep, what's the matter; the blues has gotcha
Ya get up you sit on the side of the bed in the mornin'

Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd,
Well, las' Monday mornin', Lawd, Lawd, Lawd

My daddy went a-huntin'
Well, he carried along his zulu1
Well, along come a grey goose
Well, he throwed it to his shoulder,
An' he ram his hammer' way back

Hiltler started out in nineteen hundred and thirty two(x2) When he started out, he took the homes from the Jews

We’re gonna tear Hitler down(x3) someday. We’re gonna bring him to the ground(x3) someday.

When Hitler started out, he took the Jews from their homes(x2) That’s one thing Mr. Hitler you know you done wrong.

We’re gonna tear Hitler down(x3) someday. We’re gonna bring him to the ground(x3) someday.

Islands of Hawaii
Where skies of blue are calling me
Where balmy air and golden moonlight
Caress the waving palms of Wai KiKi

Valleys with their rainbows
Your mountains green, and deep blue sea
Your fragrant flowers and dreamy music

On a Monday, I was arrested
On a Tuesday, I was locked up in jail
On a Wednesday, my trial was attested
On a Thursday, nobody would go my bail

Almost done, I'm almost done, almost done
And I ain't gonna bring them yellow women no pail

(Собрать стог хлопка) — популярная песня сборщиков хлопка, под которую он легче собирается. Ледбелли утверждал, что около 1917 года (до первого попадания в тюрьму) он действительно на пару с женой собирал стог хлопка в день (а это полторы тысячи фунтов, то есть почти 700 кг). Другим известным исполнителем этой песни был Джеймс Бейкер по кличке Iron Head, которого Алан Ломакс тоже записывал в тюрьме Sugarland.

Well-a Shorty George, he ain't no friend of mine
Well-a Shorty George, he ain't no friend of mine
He's taken all the women and left the men behind

Well-a Shorty George, he done been here and gone
Yes, Shorty George, he done been here and gone
Lord he left many a poor man a great long way from home

My girl, my girl donґt lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun donґt ever shine
I would shiver the whole night throught

My girl, my girl, where will you go
Iґm going where the cold wind blows
In the pines, in the pines, where the sun donґt ever shine

Who made the back band---whoa goddamn.

18, 19--20 years ago,
Took my gal to the country store,
Took my gal to the country store,
Buy m' pretty little gal little calico.

Me and my gal walkin' down the road,