Listen to Pistol Slapper Blues by Blind Boy Fuller

Pistol Slapper Blues

Blind Boy Fuller

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Listen to Blind Boy Fuller Vol. 4 1937 - 1938 by Blind Boy Fuller

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Blind Boy Fuller

Blind Boy Fuller

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Sonny Terry

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KOMPOSITION UND LIEDTEXT

Fulton Allen

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I can tell my dog

Anywhere I hear him bark

I can tell my rider

If I feel her in the dark

Your a cold, blooded mother

When you want me out your way

Say that's alright mama

You gonna need my help someday

And you say, you gonna put me

Mama, down in my lonesome grave

Say you must remember

I once had been your slave

And I feel like snapping

My pistol in your face

Let some brown skinned woman

Be here to take your place

Let some brown skinned woman

Be here to take your place

Now you know you didn't want me

When you lie down 'cross my bed

Drinkin' your moonshine whisky

Mama, talking all outta your head

Now gimme the money baby

I'll catch that train and go

You don't have to kill me

Cos you don't want me no more

Cos you don't want me no more

And you give me the money baby

And I'll catch that train and go

Now if you see my rider

Tell her I said bring it home

I ain't had no loving

Since my girl been gone

Ain't two kinda people

In this world that I can't stand

That's a lying woman

And a monkey man

Written by: Fulton Allen

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