Luyện nghe bài hát Atlanta Special

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

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

When I was a boy
I was startin' to catchin' train
And I forget, I fifteen years old.

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

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

(guitar - down the line)

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

I on out there
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 b'lieve I go where my
old live at.'

Oh, one I was sittin' down
Boilin' corn down on the railroad track.
I thought about my old grandmother
told me ago.
Said
'You got to what you sew.
If you be a good 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 lived, last name Miss Ester.
She said, 'Son, I heard one of your
Atlanta, Georgia.
Said, you play it, now?'

I reached back in my guitar
and pulled m'old guitar out.
So glad to get home
I to playin' this song for Aunt Ester.

Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord!

So glad I back home

Old lady at me, did I want anything to eat?
I was there lookin' out toward the railroad
track. I will forget it, she brought me ham
an egg, an toasted an hot cup-a-coffee.

When that line ten mile a-goin' to

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

That was turnin' tight that mo'nin.

(guitar- tight)

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

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

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

(guitar- tolling)

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

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

(guitar - airbraking)

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

I said, 'Atlanta,

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

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

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

(guitar - train)

When the man throw'd that red 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 forget what
mother, now, used to you
Now, she said, life easy.'

I on out there and got in the blind.
train jumped 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 sorghum
and I done got hauled in)

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

He said, 'Can you sorgham?
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 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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