Rememberence of Charlie Patton Trk 15 Bukka (Booker T. Washington White) personnel Recorded: 1963 Memphis, (A spoken track by White) [email protected]
Always wanted to be old Charlie Patton. Long ago when I was a kid, I him an play those about: 'I'll hitch up my buggy and saddle my black
An I to pick cotton an come around in Clarksdale after them cafes, eatin' an cracker. None of the other boys didn't have an idea I was thinkin'. I say, I to come to be a great man like Patton, but I didn't want to get killed he did, the way he got killed, the way he had to go. I've always realized I I had to die but I didn't one of those ol' sand-foot woman, womens to come up and cut my or do somethin' to me was unnecessary.
And so on down and got me old piece a-guitar. And I always to play about 'Hitch up my buggy, up my black mare' 'I wanna my baby in this great big world, somewhere.'
And I got before he was passed. So, he even thinkin' about passing. And I shaked his hand once, his in Clarksdale have a brother that at The Compress. And I said, if I ever to get half way grown or grown, I would be just like Charlie Patton was.
An after I heard his death After I got near grown I have liked at that time To met the one that him to have dead. 'Cause he was a great boy. And ah, he to play-a, a number by blue jumped the rabbit and they runnin' one sold mile' 'When the rabbit dead, he cried just like a child'. And you know I felt so good over that I eatin' rabbit. 'Cause them rabbit you know do holler the dog catch up to 'em. He could bit in a baby And was screamin' and cry'nin'. And ah, after I hear, Patton went on an that number, I 'cide I just stop eat rabbit If had my dog 'em and I take away from 'em.
And so as I went on to say, you Clarksdale is a little old small that-a-way. A lot of good been in there. But in traveling through them little small like that, a good thing I found a man can do is it easy and take his time and don't fool with things that you have. Ah, that's not worthwhile. You don't time even, to fool around with. take life easy. 'Cause ev'rything shine like And gold you know, a lot of brass You know, like gold.
And so Charlie Patton used to sing that about 'Hitch up my and saddle up my black mare' And I hear, would knock me off my feet. I was bare-feeted, little boy, too. And I it so well after I growed up, the first I put out when I was comin' up about 'Downtown women sickin' them on me'. I was one that compare with it. Ah, I think I made a good hit on that!
But now, I forgot I don't play it so much. But at that he was goin' so good, you know? And ah, if he's got any friends or His mother or father wherever be To hear me sayin' that I just let 'em know 'Old remember, do be forgotten'. Things then went on, you know.
So, I to it. To all his friends, his cousins, to ev'rything. I tried to be the second old Big Charlie Patton.
He did. And to you the truth The first drank of whiskey that I ever Charlie Patton me a little in a spoon. He said, too young to drink too much whiskey' But I'm 'onna give you enough to know it's about. And I think about that. I I'd aks him to gimme the spoon.
And so, we're here I rather thinkin' of old time like that We've got to take 'un of consideration. You know thing that Suppose to a man mind back.
If goin' too fast You're to take a consideration an down, and think about. 'Cause your best you can hardly get over.
I just the day I could shake Charlie Patton hand.
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