Luyện nghe bài hát Atlanta Special

Atlanta 6:03 Trk 20
Bukka White (Booker T. White)
Recorded: 1963 Memphis,
Album: Parchman Farm Blues - Roots RTS
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Bukka

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

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

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

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

(guitar - down the line)

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

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

All down through 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 I was sittin' down
Boilin' some corn down on the track.
I about what my old grandmother
told me ago.
Said
'You got to reap you sew.
If you be a good 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 back in Atlanta,
Old lived, last name Miss Ester.
She said, 'Son, I heard one of records
Atlanta, Georgia.
Said, 'Can you play it,

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

Lord, oh Lord, Lord, Lord!

So glad I headed back

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

When that straight ten mile a-goin' to

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

(guitar- tight)

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

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

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

(guitar- tolling)

Made me thought about 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, Aunt E. me.
She says, 'Where you was at?'

I said, 'Atlanta,

She said, 'That why you can play that ol' guitar, cha!'

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

Two old was on that train, cryin' an supperin'
pullin' down the blind. A man give him a
from the to the coach to slow down.
You could hear him chokin' train 'specially 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 to the station
I Aunt E stop, thank 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.
That 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 strip
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 was in the yard
The blowed!
When I hear train blow, gettin' on
I said I'm fixin' to stop 'em.

(guitar to end)

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