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

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

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

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

But when this 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 the old freight train
went on down

All down through Gulf of
And else.

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

Oh, one night I was down
Boilin' some corn down on the track.
I thought what my old grandmother
told me ago.
son:
'You got to reap 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, my home

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!

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

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

Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord!

So glad I headed 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 my head 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 much hoboin'.

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

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

(guitar- tolling)

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

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

(guitar - airbraking)

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

I said, 'Atlanta,

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

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

Two old ladies was on that train, cryin' an
down the blind. A man give him a signal
from the engine to the coach to down.
You could hear him chokin' that 'specially down
comin' 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 back to the
I tol' Aunt E stop, her for her food.
She said, 'Son, don't 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
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, '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 '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 fixin' to t'stripin 'em.

(guitar to end)

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