Musik vielleicht nicht, aber die Text ist für mich klar teilweise Kopiert. Andere version bevor T.J. "Red".
Riley Puckett (Chaing Gang Blues) Bluebird – B-5818 - 13 February 1935. 12 Jahre bevor T.J. "Red" Arnall.
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Text (Chaing Gang Blues)
Late last night when I made my rounds
Spied my woman and I hunt her down
Went right home and I got my gun
Shot my woman and away I run
Got up next morning at the risin' of sun
I got up and I started to run
I made a good run, a-but I run too slow
I got overtaken down in Jericho
Standin' on the corner readin' my Daddy's will
Up stepped a man, they call him Bad Texas Bill
He said, "Mister, well ain't your name Brown?
You look like the rascal shot your woman down."
I said, "Mister, my name is Heed,
You got any papers, just read 'em to me."
He said, "Kansas City wants you under arrest.
Come on, Lee, the judge will tell you the rest."
The day I got arrested I was dressed in black
They put me on the train and they brought me back
I had no baby for to go my bail
They landed me over in that county jail
Early one mornin', 'bout half past nine
I spied that old turnkey comin' down the line
I thought I heard him when he cleared up his throat,
"Lee, get ready for that great big court."
'Bout twenty-five minutes, out stepped a man
He held a verdict in his right hand
That verdict read, "Murder, in the first degree"
I hollered, "Lordy, have mercy on me!"
I seen that old judge, when he reached for the pen
"Ninety-nine years in that Flat-top Pen.
Forty-four feet down under the ground,
Remember the night you shot your woman down?"
Me being nervous, all through the end
I seen the old judge, when he reached for the pen
I seen the judge when he reached for the pen, he said,
I don't b'lieve you'll ever kill a woman again."
(cocaine blues) Text (Roy Hogsed Version)
Early one mornin' while makin' my rounds
I took a shot of cocaine and I shot my woman down
Went right home and I went to bed
And stuck that lovin' .44 beneath my head
Got up next mornin' and I grabbed that gun
Took a shot of cocaine and away I run
Made a good run, but I run too slow
They overtook me down in Juarez, Mexico
Layin' in a hop joint, a-smokin' the pill
In walked the sheriff from Jericho Hill
He said, "Willy Lee, your name is not Jack Brown
You're the dirty hop that shot your woman down"
"Yes, oh yes, my name is Willy Lee
If you've got a warrant just read it to me
Shot her cold cause she made me sore
I thought I was her daddy but she had five more"
When I was ‘rrested, I was dressed in black
Put me on the train, and they brought me back
Had no friends to go my bail
They slapped my dried up carcass in that country jail
Early next morning ‘bout half past nine
I spied the sheriff coming down the line
Hawked and he coughed as he cleared his throat
He said come on you dirty hype into that district court
Into the courtroom my trial began
Where I was paneled by twelve honest men
Just before the jury started out
I saw that little judge commence to look about
In about five minutes in walked a man
Holdin' the verdict in his right hand
The verdict read "…in the first degree"
I hollered, "Lawdy, Lawdy, have mercy on me"
The judge he smiled as he picked up his pen
99 years in the San Quentin pen
99 years underneath that ground
I'll ne'er forget the day I shot my woman down
Come all you hypes and listen unto me
Just lay off that whiskey and let that cocaine be
