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

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

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

I hear'd train that mo'nin
That 8:45 was that rail
I had my mule goin' to the
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 mule
I to leave, I'd try the world

I on out there
And I caught the old train
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 night I was down
Boilin' corn down on the railroad track.
I thought about what my old
told me ago.
son:
'You got to what you sew.
If you don't be a boy, you gon'
bad luck.'

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

This

I'm sorry, sorry, sorry, left my

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!

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

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

Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord!

So glad I back home

Old lady starts at me, did I anything to eat?
I was there lookin' out toward the railroad
track. I will 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 head an I my food.
I said, 'Now, I got to this train back'.
She said, 'Son, what is
I said, 'Well, Ester.'
I said, got to go.'

That train was turnin' that mo'nin.

(guitar- tight)

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

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

When that train to the fifteen mile
curve, a will give you a toll like this:

(guitar- tolling)

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

When she run in her fifteen curve
She on the airbrake 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 play ol' guitar, can't cha!'

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

Two old ladies was on that train, an supperin'
down the blind. A man give him a signal
from the engine to the to slow down.
You could him chokin' that train 'specially down
comin' through like this:

(guitar - train)

When the man throw'd that red on
Him know 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 your
mother, now, to told you
Now, she said, life easy.'

I jumped on out and got in the blind.
That train 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 got hauled in)

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

He said, 'Can you strip
I said, I read about it, but I never did it
He said, 'If you eat anything, you gon' it!'

I 'cided to do a little piece 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 that train blow, gettin' on
I said I'm fixin' to t'stripin 'em.

(guitar to end)

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