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

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

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

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

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

(guitar - down the line)

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

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

All down through Gulf of
And else.

Oh, I got to about Atlanta, Georgia.
I say, 'I b'lieve I go where 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.
son:
'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)

song:

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, my home

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!

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

Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord!

So I headed back home

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

When straight line ten mile a-goin' to

I dropped my 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 train was turnin' tight mo'nin.

(guitar- tight)

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

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

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

(guitar- tolling)

me thought about when my baby
got sick n' she died. She's, they 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 that ol' guitar, can't cha!'

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

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

(guitar - train)

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

I ease on off to the station
I tol' 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)

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

(They was sorghum
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 about it, but I ain't never did it
He said, 'If you eat anything, you gon' it!'

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

My was in the yard
The blowed!
When I that train blow, gettin' on
I said I'm fixin' to stop 'em.

(guitar to end)

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