Luyện nghe bài hát Atlanta Special

Atlanta 6:03 Trk 20
White (Booker T. Washington White)
Recorded: 1963 Memphis,
Parchman Farm Blues - Roots RTS 33055
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Bukka

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

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

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

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

(guitar - down the line)

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

I eased on out
And I caught the old train
That 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 I was sittin' down
Boilin' some down on the railroad track.
I about what my old grandmother
told me ago.
Said
'You got to what you sew.
If you don't be a boy, you gon'
bad luck.'

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

This

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, my home

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!

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

I reached back in my guitar
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 home

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

When that line ten mile a-goin' to

I dropped my an I dropped my food.
I said, 'Now, I got to ride this back'.
She said, 'Son, what is
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 train if I hear it?'
She said, 'You're too young, you
know nothin' too about hoboin'.

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

When 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 mile curve
She throw'd on the for la't 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 that train comin'
into that fifteen curve.

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

(guitar - train)

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

I ease on off to the station
I tol' 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 on out there and got in the blind.
That jumped on outta town.

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

Right on down to a 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 sorgham?
I said, I about it, but I ain't never did it
He said, 'If you eat anything, you gon' it!'

I 'cided to do a little a-work for him
He went in 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 I'm fixin' to stop t'stripin 'em.

(guitar to end)

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