Luyện nghe bài hát Atlanta Special

Atlanta 6:03 Trk 20
White (Booker T. Washington White)
Recorded: Memphis, Tennessee
Album: Parchman Blues - Roots RTS 33055
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Bukka

This is song Special, here
Runnin' all down through
All down through the
An all through the of Mexico

When I was a boy
I was startin' to catchin' this
And I never forget, I fifteen old.

I hear'd train that mo'nin
8:45 was hittin' that rail
I had my mule goin' to the
To do plowin' for my old grandfather.

But when train was comin' down the line
She up wit' it.

(guitar - comin' the line)

I say, 'Whoa!'
My stopped
I 'cide to leave, I'd try the

I eased on out
And I caught the old train
That on down

All down through of Mexico
And else.

Oh, I got to about Atlanta, Georgia.
I say, 'I I go back where my
old live at.'

Oh, one night I was down
Boilin' some corn on the railroad track.
I about what my old grandmother
me years ago.
Said
got to reap what you sew.
If you be a good boy, you gon'
bad luck.'

I made me a
(they'll it)
(This way Atlanta, Georgia)

song:

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, my home

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!

When I fell in Atlanta, Georgia
Old lived, last name Miss Ester.
She said, 'Son, I one of your records
Atlanta, Georgia.
Said, 'Can you play it,

I reached in my guitar case
and pulled raggedy guitar out.
So glad to get back
I commenced to playin' this song for Ester.

Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord!

So glad I headed back

Old lady starts at me, did I anything to eat?
I was sittin' there out toward the railroad
track. I never forget it, she brought me ham
an egg, an cheese an hot cup-a-coffee.

that straight line ten mile a-goin' to

I dropped my head an I my food.
I said, 'Now, I got to this train back'.
She said, 'Son, is wrong?'
I said, 'Well, Ester.'
I said, got to go.'

train was turnin' tight that mo'nin.

(guitar- tight)

Ester ask-ed
'Would I that train if I could hear it?'
She said, too young, you don't
know nothin' too much hoboin'.

I said, 'Well, I ya Aunt Ester, if I can
the bell on this train I could tell you
mo' it.'

When that jumped to the fifteen mile
curve, a will give you a toll like this:

(guitar- tolling)

Made me thought about when my
got sick n' she died. She's, called me up.

she run in her fifteen mile curve
She throw'd on the airbrake for ten mile.

(guitar - airbraking)

So, Aunt E. me.
She says, 'Where you was at?'

I said, 'Atlanta,

She said, 'That why you can that ol' guitar, can't cha!'

While we was talkin' she heard that train
that fifteen mile curve.

Two old ladies was on that train, cryin' an
pullin' the blind. A man give him a signal
the engine to the coach to slow down.
You could hear him chokin' that train down
comin' through Lou'siana like

(guitar - train)

When the man that red light on
Him know it come, that fifteen mile curve.

I ease on off to the station
I Aunt E stop, thank her for her food.
She said, 'Son, don't forget what
mother, now, to told you
Now, she said, life easy.'

I jumped on out and got in the blind.
That train jumped on town.

(I was jumpin' down)
(Hauled Georgia, Lou'siana)

Right on down to a he called
Teht (?)
(That's in Lou'siana)

(They was strippin'
and ev'rything I done got in)

I get off the freight
For a job aks the man for me
to eat

He said, you strip sorgham?
I said, I read about it, but I ain't did it
He said, 'If you eat anything, you strip it!'

I 'cided to do a little a-work for him
He went in there an got me sorghum,
cornbread, cheese, hot cup a-coffee.

My train was in the
The blowed!
When I hear train blow, gettin' on
I said I'm to stop t'stripin 'em.

(guitar to end)

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