Luyện nghe bài hát Atlanta Special

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

is song Atlanta Special, here
Runnin' all down Georgia
All down the south
An all through the Gulf of

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

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

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

(guitar - comin' the line)

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

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

All down through Gulf of
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 sittin'
some corn down on the railroad track.
I thought what my old grandmother
told me ago.
son:
'You got to reap you sew.
If you be a good boy, you gon'
bad luck.'

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

This

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, my home

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!

When I back in Atlanta, Georgia
Old lady lived, last name Ester.
She said, 'Son, I one of your records
Atlanta, Georgia.
Said, 'Can you it, now?'

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

Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord!

So glad I headed home

Old lady at me, did I want anything to eat?
I was sittin' there lookin' out toward the
track. I will forget it, she brought me ham
an egg, an toasted 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 ride this back'.
She said, 'Son, is wrong?'
I said, 'Well, Ester.'
I said, got to go.'

train was turnin' tight that mo'nin.

(guitar- tight)

Aunt Ester
'Would I know that train if I could it?'
She said, 'You're too young, you
know nothin' too about hoboin'.

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

When that train jumped to the mile
curve, a bell will give you a like this:

(guitar- tolling)

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

When she run in her mile curve
She throw'd on the for la't ten mile.

(guitar - airbraking)

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

I said, 'Atlanta,

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

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

Two old was on that train, cryin' an supperin'
pullin' 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' through Lou'siana this:

(guitar - train)

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

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

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

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

on down 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 freight
For a job aks the man for me
to eat

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

I 'cided to do a little 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!
When I hear train blow, gettin' on
I said I'm fixin' to t'stripin 'em.

(guitar to end)

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