Helpless Dancer

The Endless Note

Wednesday Words – Son House

“I Ain’t Gonna Cry No More” – Son House

Well, look-y here, honey, I ain’t gonna cry no more
I went to the depot and I, I looked up on the board
I went to the depot, I looked up on the board
Well, I couldn’t see no train, I couldn’t hear no whistle blow
Engineer blowed the whistle and the fireman, he rung the bell
Oh, oh, the fireman, he rung the bell
You know, my woman was on board, she was wavin’ back, “Fare you well”
If I had any strength, I would set this train off the track
… I would set this train off the track
Else you make me a promise, you gonna bring my baby back
…you ain’t comin’ back no more
I don’t believe you ever comin’ back no more
You leavin’ now, baby, bet you hangin’
creper
on my door
I’m gonna miss you from rollin’ in my arms
I’m gonna miss you from rollin’ in my arms
If I can’t get no stamps and paper, I’m gonna sit down and telephone

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Hey, I solemnly swear, Lord, I raise my right hand
That I’m goin’ get me a woman, you get you another man
I solemnly swear, Lord, I raise my right hand
That I’m goin’ get me a woman, you get you another man

I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
“Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead”
I got a letter this morning, how do you reckon it read?
“Oh, hurry, hurry, gal, you love is dead”

I grabbed my suitcase, I took off, up the road
I got there, she was laying on the cooling board
I grabbed my suitcase, I took on up the road
I got there, she was laying on the cooling board

Well, I walked up close, I looked down in her face
Good old gal, you got to lay here till Judgment Day
I walked up close, and I looked down in her face
Yes, been a good old gal, got to lay here till Judgment Day

Oh, my woman so black, she stays apart of this town
Can’t nothin’ “go” when the poor girl is around
My black mama stays apart of this town
Oh, can’t nothing “go” when the poor girl is around

Oh, some people tell me the worried blues ain’t bad (note 1)
It’s the worst old feelin’ that I ever had
Some people tell me the worried blues ain’t bad
Buddy, the worst old feelin’, Lord, I ever had

Hmmm, I fold my arms, and I walked away
“That’s all right, mama, your trouble will come someday”
I fold my arms, Lord, I walked away
Say, “That’s all right, mama, your trouble will come someday”

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April 14, 2010 - Posted by | Blues, Old Music, Video |

1 Comment »

  1. Did a version of Death Letter with my band Burst Oot Greetin’ in the 90’s. I have a tape of it somewhere.

    Comment by bigrab | April 17, 2010 | Reply


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