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

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

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

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

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

(guitar - down the line)

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

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

All down through Gulf of
And else.

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

Oh, one I was sittin' down
Boilin' some corn down on the track.
I about 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)

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 records
Atlanta, Georgia.
Said, 'Can you it, now?'

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

Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord!

So glad I headed back

Old lady 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.

that straight 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, is wrong?'
I said, 'Well, Ester.'
I said, got to go.'

That train was turnin' that mo'nin.

(guitar- tight)

Aunt Ester
'Would I that train if I could 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 this I could tell you
mo' it.'

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

(guitar- tolling)

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

When she run in her fifteen curve
She throw'd on the airbrake for 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 she heard that train comin'
into fifteen mile curve.

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

(guitar - train)

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

I ease on off back to the
I Aunt E stop, thank her for her food.
She said, 'Son, don't forget your
mother, now, to told you
Now, she said, Take easy.'

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

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

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

(They was strippin'
and I done 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 ain't did it
He said, 'If you eat anything, you strip 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 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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