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Jail Bird Love Song - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: F
Main guitar position: F
Fiddle position: F
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: D figures up the neck

Lyrics:
When I was a rounder, I stopped in New Orleans
I was a great long way away from home, I didn't know nobody that I seen
I was walking along the street one day, I didn't mean no harm
The police looked and seen me and they began to make their alarm
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard
Just looking through the bars
The police looked and seen me and they began to make their alarm

They seen I was a stranger, they soon got on my trail
Soon they had me surrounded and carried me to the city jail
Ain't it hard, ain't it hard
Just looking through the bars
Soon they had me surrounded and carried me to the city jail

When I got in jail I didn't know what to do
There was no-one I knew I could carry my troubles to
Now ain't it hard, ain't it hard
Just looking through the bars
There was no-one I knew I could carry my troubles to

By and by I wrote my dear old mother, it made her lonesome and blue
Son you need not worry, Mother's coming after you
Now ain't it grand, ain't it grand
I don't see how she can stand
Said son you need not worry, Mother's coming after you

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Yodeling Fiddling Blues - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: F
Main guitar position: F
Fiddle position: F
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: D figures up the neck

Lyrics:
Out in San Antone, Texas, a long, long way from home
I said San Antone, Texas, a long, long way from home
I would love to live there but I will be all alone
Yodel ay-hee, ay-hee, ayhee

My baby says she don't want me, she's calling someone else her own, Lord, Lord
Baby says she don't want me, she's calling someone else her own
I will have to learn to live out here in San Antone
Yodel ay-hee, ay-hee, ayhee

Going learn to yodel, that's the way to win a home, Lord, Lord
Going learn to yodel, that's the way to win a home
And you will be the only sheik, it is in San Antone
Yodel ay-hee, ay-hee, ayhee

These yodeling blues make a Texas woman leave her home
These yodeling blues make a Texas woman leave her home
I see the way you going, you sure won't be here long
Yodel ay-hee, ay-hee, ayhee

spoken: Oh play it, Mr. Man

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Baby Keeps Stealin' Lovin' On Me - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: B-flat
Main guitar position: B-flat
Fiddle position: B-flat
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: D figures up the neck

Lyrics:
My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me
I'm going to catch her soon
My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me
I'm going to catch her just as sure as you're born
I already pays the house
I already buys the clothes
What makes her steal now, I sure don't know
My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me
I'm going to catch her soon

My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me
I'm going to catch her soon
My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me
I'm going to catch her just as sure as you're born
Well, she don't steal silver
She don't steal gold
Mess around the bakershop and steal jellyroll
My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me
I'm going to catch her soon

spoken: Oh, step on it

My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me
I'm going to catch her soon
My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me
I'm going to catch her just as sure as you're born
I was sitting in the corner
Just still as a lamb
Wasn't too still to hear the back door slam
My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me
I'm going to catch her soon

My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me
I'm going to catch her soon
My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me
I'm going to catch her just as sure as you're born
You'd better do your stealing
While the stealing is grand
It will be all over when I get my mojo hand
My baby keeps-a-stealing loving on me
I'm going to catch her soon

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River Bottom Blues - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: B-flat
Main guitar position: B-flat
Fiddle position: B-flat
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: D figures up the neck

Lyrics:
Nobody knows the river bottoms like I do
Nobody knows river bottoms like I do
Crying it's the reason I know them I travelled them through and through

I went to the station, looked up at the sign
I went to the station, looked up at the sign
Crying if the train don't hurry it's gonna be some walking done

Man, you can always tell when your baby gonna treat you mean
Crying you can always tell when your baby gonna treat you mean
You get your meals unregular, house ain't never clean

Now you can mighty easy tell when your faro's gonna throw you down
Now you can mighty easy tell when your faro's gonna throw you down
Now she won't say nothing but her face all filled with frown

spoken: Oh, step on it

I hear the railroad poppin' and the ties begin to cry
I hear the railroad poppin' and the ties begin to cry
Wonder did it bring me my baby or leave her, pass on by

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Bootlegger's Blues - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: G (f)
Main guitar position: G
Fiddle position: G
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: D figures up the neck

Lyrics:
There's a whiskey on my back and the sheriff is on my track
I'm gonna make it to the woods if I can
I'll take your word to go my bail rather to go to the county jail
You'd better make it to the woods if you can
If you can, if you can
You'd better make it to the woods if you can

If want to have to leave home, you just set with a bottle of corn
You got to make it to the woods if you can
You may think they doing you wrong but they'll send you to the county farm
You'd better make it to the woods if you can
If you can, if you can
You'd better make it to the woods if you can

When you go out for a load, the sherriff will stop you on the road
You'll have to make it to the woods if you can
It's a real surprising thing, that's to hear those forty-four ring
You'd better make it to the woods if you can
If you can, if you can
You'd better make it to the woods if you can

spoken:  Boys, they sure get the [jail] about liquor

Ever since the state went dry, the bootleggers have to stand shy
They gonna keep out the way of the sheriff if they can
If they can, if they can
They gonna keep out the way of the sheriff if they can

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Loose Like That - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: B
Main guitar position: B-flat
Fiddle position: B-flat
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: D figures up the neck

Lyrics:
Bo: Where you going all dolled up Too-Tight?
Walter: Down here to a skin ball, of course.
Bo: Skin ball?  What is that, Too-Tight?
Walter: Take out the eights, nines and tens so the women can play as well as the men.
Bo: Well, who gonna play down there tonight?
Walter: Me of course.
Bo: Well, is you gonna dance any down there, Too-Tight?
Walter: Of course, of course.
Bo: Well, I'd better go back home and get my dancing slippers and come by and get my gal.
Walter: Of course.
Bo: Now, what are you gonna give down there tonight, Too-Tight?
Walter: I'm gonna give them "It's Loose Like That."
Bo: Well, let's hear from you, then, Too-Tight.

It's too tight baby, it's tight like that
It's too tight baby, it's tight like that
It's too tight baby, it's tight like that
Too tight baby for me

It's too loose baby, it's loose like that
It's too loose baby, it's loose like that
It's too loose baby, it's loose like that
It's too loose baby for me

spoken: That's what I'm talking about, it's too loose

It's too jelly baby, it's jelly like that
It's too jelly baby, jelly like that
It's too jelly baby, jelly like that
Too jelly baby for me

It's too rough baby, it's rough like that
Too rough baby, rough like that
Too rough baby, it's rough like that
Too rough baby for me

It's too red baby, it's red like that
Too red baby, red like that
Too red baby, it's red like that
Too red baby for me

You're too mean baby, you're mean like that
Too mean baby, you're mean like that
You're too mean baby, you're mean like that
You're too mean baby for me

spoken: Oh, fiddle it Mr. Fiddler

It's too blue baby, it's blue like that
Too blue baby, it's blue like that
Too blue baby, it's blue like that
Too blue baby for me

You're too black baby, you're black like that
You're too black baby, you're black like that
You're too black baby, you're black like that
You're too black baby for me

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Sitting On Top Of The World No. 2 - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: G (f)
Main guitar position: G
Fiddle position: G
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a

Lyrics:
I begged you baby, with tears in my eyes
But still you dog me, cause me to cry
And now she's gone, I don't worry
I'm still on top of the world

I shed a tear all over my clothes
Just crying and begging you, "Baby, please don't go"
But now she's gone, I don't worry
I'm still on top of the world

The boys and girls sung this lonesome song
About when she left me, hurt me to the bone
But now she's gone, I don't worry
I'm still on top of the world

This is what I will say just as you going
There'll be no more worrying from this day on
Because she's gone, I don't worry
I'm still on top of the world

Now when I'm dead and in my grave
Then no more women will I crave
Because I'll be gone, you need to worry
I'm still on top of the world

Now when I'm sleeping and in my grave
Just [think] [how] poor Walter used to be a slave
But now he's gone, you need to worry
I'm still on top of the world

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Your Good Man Caught The Train And Gone - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: G (f)
Main guitar position: G
Fiddle position: G
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a

Lyrics:
If you don't want me, won't you please tell me so, sweet mama?
If you don't want me, won't you please tell me so?
I can get a woman anywhere I go

Just as sure as you hear me singing this lonesome song, sweet mama
Just as sure as you hear me singing this lonesome song
Where it ain't no loving, it ain't no getting along

You can treat me mean, mean as you can be, sweet mama
You can treat me mean, mean as you can be
But there is coming a day you will be longing for me

You will long for me but I will be far away, sweet mama
You will long for me but I will be far away
Then you will miss my loving each night and day

I laid down last night, tried to take my rest, sweet mama
I laid down last night, I tried to take my rest
My mind begin to ramble like wild geese in the west

When you get up in the morning, begin to sing this lonesome song, sweet mama
When you get up in the morning, sing this lonesome song
I had a good man, he caught the train and gone

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Times Done Got Hard - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: F
Main guitar position: F
Fiddle position: F
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a

Lyrics:
Times seem so hard look like my road have turned to stone
The times seem so hard look like my road have turned to stone
When every friend you have done shook hands and gone

There's a man named Pete he walks the street each and every day
There's a man named Pete he walks the street each and every day
And if the times don't get better he will run the [Lofton] [man] away

Now, when Needmore get you, ain't no use of crying
I say when Needmore get you it ain't no use of crying
And you will know for sure, boys, that's strictly hard time

Boys, when you get lazy and refuse to go
Boys, when you get lazy and refuse to go
[] [] man will come and get you by the name of Needmore

spoken: Oh, step on it

The times seem so hard until the men [will chance] their blinds
The times seem so hard until the men [will chance] their blinds
They will ask you for a nickel and make it to the bakershop-a-flying

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Unhappy Blues - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: F
Main guitar position: F
Fiddle position: F
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a

Lyrics:
I can't be content here, oh nowhere I be
I can't be content here, oh nowhere I be
No place I go to seem like home to me

Everybody seem welcome here in this place but me
Everybody seem welcome here in this place but me
Bad whiskey and women caused me can't see no peace

I have laid in jail with my face turned to the wall
I have laid in jail with my face turned to the wall
It was doctors and lawyers said "Son, you's the cause of it all."

And the day is growing older, oh, and the night's growing near
And the day is growing older, oh, the night's growing near
And some got six months, oh, I've got a year

spoken: Oh, step on it

And those days have passed over that I wished I was dead and gone
And those days have passed over that I wished I was dead and gone
For I'm so unhappy out here on the county farm

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Still I'm Travelling On - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: E-flat (f)
Main guitar position: E-flat
Fiddle position: E-flat
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a

Lyrics:
I'm a stranger here, nobody knows my name
Everything that happens they says I'm to blame
But still I'm traveling along, still I'm traveling along
Well, the way may be hard but don't ever give up your load

They done me wrong, talk about me when I'm asleep
Along about day I made my 'fore day creep
I'm just traveling along, I'm just traveling along
Well, the way may be hard but don't ever give up your load

spoken: Oh, step on it

Some of these mornings, I'm going to shout
When your mean ways have done worried out
Then I'll be traveling along, then I'll be traveling along
Well, the way may be hard but don't ever give up your load

spoken: I mean step on it

I went to leave, she put rocks in my road
Doing everything to get me not to go
But still I travel right on, still I travel right on
Well, the way may be hard but don't ever give up your load

spoken: Oh, stomp it
spoken: Uh

It have been days that you were nice and kind
But it seems like now you've left this world behind
That's why I'm traveling along, that's why I'm traveling along
Well, the way may be hard but don't ever give up your load

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Honey Babe Let The Deal Go Down - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: B-flat (f)
Main guitar position: B-flat
Fiddle position: B-flat
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a

Lyrics:
Honey babe, please let the deal go down
Honey babe, please let the deal go down
We can get the money, walk on down through town

I'm a stranger to you and you's a stranger to me
I'm a stranger to you and you's a stranger to me
If you be my babe how happy I will be

I've traveled until, traveled the whole world through
I've traveled until, traveled the whole world through
I found a woman looked as sweet to me as you

Now, honey babe, you got me troubled in mind
Now, honey babe, you got me troubled in mind
You keep me worried and bothered all the time

I ain't mean, I'm good as I can be
I ain't mean, I'm good as I can be
Tell me sweet babe, what fault you find of me

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She Ain't No Good - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: E-flat (f)
Main guitar position: E-flat
Fiddle position: E-flat
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a

Lyrics:
I had a girl, she was just that kind, I thought I would make her mine
But when I looked the matter through, she was the worst of kind
She ain't no good, oh, she ain't no good
When I come to find her out I found she was no good

Some men likes a country girl, my girl lives in town
A town girl will be loving you when the country girl messes around
She ain't no good, oh, she ain't no good
When you see them, brother, lives in the woods, you know she ain't no good

A town girl will get one man and always treat him well
But a country girl will get her ten men and give them all hell
She ain't no good, oh, she ain't no good
She wants every man in the neighborhood, you know she ain't no good

A yellow gal drinks her corn whiskey, brownskin do the same
The country girl get a chew of Brown's Mule but she's getting drunk just the same
She ain't no good, oh, she ain't no good
She wants every man in the neighborhood, you know she ain't no good

I went to the country girl's house and only one night I spent
I got up the next morning and come back home, been running ever since
Oh, she ain't no good, oh, she ain't no good
Deliver me from a country girl because she ain't no good

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Ramrod Blues - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: G-flat (s)
Main guitar position: G
Fiddle position: G
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a

Lyrics:
I wonder where is the ramrod belongs to my gun
I wonder where is the ramrod belongs to my gun
My brother got one but I can't use it none

What good is a house without a back yard
What good is a house without a back yard
What good is a gun without a ramrod

I rammed my gun every morning 'fore day
I rammed my gun every morning 'fore day
When I woke up this morning my ramrod was gone away

I took you baby when you was hand to hand
Telling everybody that I was your loving man
Now I'm down, times is hard
You want to give some other girl your ramrod

Now how you think that I can have my fun
Now how you think that I can have my fun
When I ain't got the ramrod belongs to my gun

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Stop And Listen Blues No. 2 - Mississippi Sheiks
Actual pitch: D-flat (s)
Main guitar position: Dropped D
Fiddle position: D
Mandolin position: n/a
Second guitar position: n/a

Lyrics:
When I left town this morning I was on my way back home
Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama
When I left town this morning I was on my way back home
I heard the church bells making a mournful tone

I stopped and listened as the bells continued on
Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama
I stopped and listened as the bells continued on
I know by that it's somebody's dead and gone

When I got home the peoples met me and said
Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama
When I got home the peoples met me and said
Now, run here Walter, your sweet little faro's dead

When I got home I was begin to scream and cry
Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama
When I got home I was begin to scream and cry
I thought my little baby was too cute to die

I went to the churchhouse cried at the door
Now don't you-a-hear me talking, pretty mama
I went to the churchhouse cried at the door
I never will see my sweet babe ever anymore

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