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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 through the of Mexico

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

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

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

(guitar - comin' the line)

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

I on out there
And I caught the old freight
That went on

All through Gulf of Mexico
And else.

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

Oh, one night I was sittin'
Boilin' some corn down on the track.
I thought 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, left my

Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord!

When I fell in Atlanta, Georgia
Old lived, last name Miss Ester.
She said, 'Son, I heard one of your
Atlanta, Georgia.
Said, 'Can you play it,

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

Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord!

So glad I 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 cheese 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 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 ask-ed
'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 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 bell give you a toll like this:

(guitar- tolling)

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

When she run in her fifteen mile
She throw'd on the 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 that ol' guitar, cha!'

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

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

(guitar - train)

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

I on off back to the station
I Aunt E stop, thank her for her food.
She said, 'Son, don't what your
mother, now, used to you
Now, she said, life easy.'

I on out there and got in the blind.
That train on outta town.

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

Right on down to a place he
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, you strip sorgham?
I said, I read about it, but I never did it
He said, 'If you eat anything, you gon' it!'

I to do a little piece 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 that blow, gettin' on
I said I'm fixin' to stop 'em.

(guitar to end)

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