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\L  Aker   1       Akers, Garfield
\C Text transcribed from discography listed in and edited for publication in
\C Michael Taft, \iBlues Lyric Poetry: An Anthology\r. New York: Garland
\C Publishing, Inc., 1983. See also, Michael Taft, \iBlues Lyric Poetry: A
\C Concordance\r. New York: Garland Publishing, Inc., 1984.
\C    title: Cottonfield Blues-+-Part 1
\C    place and date: Memphis, c. 23 Sept. 1929
\C    record numbers: (M-201- ) Vo-1442 OJL-2
I said look a-here mama : what in the world are you trying to do
You want to make me love you : you going to break my heart in two
I said you don't want me : what made you want to lie
Now the day you quit me fair brown : baby that's the day you die
I'd rather see you dead : buried in some cypress grove
Than to hear some gossip mama : that she had done you so
It was early one morning : just about the break of day
And along brownskin coming : man and drove me away
Lord my baby quit me : she done set my trunk outdoors
That put the poor boy wan . . .
										
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\L  LewF   7       Lewis, Furry
\C    title: Mean Old Bedbug Blues
\C    place and date: probably New York, c. late Oct.
\C      1927
\C    record numbers: (   ) Vo-1134 Rt RL-333
Man those bedbugs sure is evil : he sure don't mean me no good
He thinks I'm a woodpecker : and he taken me for a chunk of wood
When I lay down at night : and I wonder how can a poor man sleep
When one holding your hand : while the other one eating your feet
Bedbugs big as a jackass : he will bite you and stand and grin
*Think you pull the bedbug apart* : come back and bite you again
Someone moaning in the corner : Lord I tried so hard to see
It was a mother bedbug : Lord praying for some more to eat
I have to sit up all night long : my feet can't touch the floor
Because the mean old bedbug : told me I can't live there no more
\L  LewF   8       Lewis, Furry
\C    title: Why Don't You Come Home Blues
\C    place and date: probably New York, c. late Oct.
\C      1927
\C    record numbers: (   ) Vo-1134 Rt RL-3 . . .