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Atlanta Special Trk 20
White (Booker T. Washington White)
Recorded: 1963 Memphis,
Album: Farm Blues - Roots RTS 33055
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Bukka

This is Atlanta Special, here
Runnin' all down through
All down through the
An all through the Gulf of

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

I that train that mo'nin
That 8:45 was that rail
I had my goin' to the field
To do plowin' for my old grandfather.

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

(guitar - down the line)

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

I eased on out
And I the old freight train
went on down

All down through of Mexico
And else.

Oh, I got to about Atlanta, Georgia.
I say, 'I b'lieve I go back my
old grandmother at.'

Oh, one night I was down
some corn down on the railroad track.
I about what my old grandmother
told me ago.
Said
got to reap what you sew.
If you don't be a good boy, you
bad luck.'

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

song:

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, left my

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!

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

I back in my guitar case
and pulled m'old raggedy out.
So to get back home
I commenced to this song for Aunt Ester.

Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord!

So glad I back home

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

When that straight line ten a-goin' to

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

That train was tight that mo'nin.

(guitar- tight)

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

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

that train jumped to the fifteen mile
curve, a bell will give you a toll like

(guitar- tolling)

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

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

(guitar - airbraking)

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

I said, 'Atlanta,

She said, 'That why you can play that ol' guitar, cha!'

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

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

(guitar - train)

When the man throw'd red light on
Him sho' it come, that fifteen mile curve.

I ease on off back to the
I Aunt E stop, thank her for her food.
She said, 'Son, forget what your
mother, now, used to you
Now, she said, life easy.'

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

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

Right on to a place he called
Port (?)
(That's in Lou'siana)

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

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

He said, 'Can you strip
I said, I read it, but I ain't never did it
He said, 'If you eat anything, you gon' it!'

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

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

(guitar to end)

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