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Leadbelly - Whoa, Back Buck
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Crédits

INTERPRÉTATION
Lead Belly
Lead Belly
Chant
Golden Gate Quartet
Golden Gate Quartet
Interprète
wille johnson
wille johnson
Chant
William Langford
William Langford
Chant
Henry Owens
Henry Owens
Chant
Orlandus Wilson
Orlandus Wilson
Chant
COMPOSITION ET PAROLES
Lead Belly
Lead Belly
Paroles/Composition
PRODUCTION ET INGÉNIERIE
Colin Escott
Colin Escott
Production de réédition
Barry Feldman
Barry Feldman
Production de réédition
David Evans
David Evans
Assistance de production
Doug Pomeroy
Doug Pomeroy
Ingénierie de mastérisation

Paroles

Whoa back Buck - gee by the lamb Who made the back band - whoa goddamn 18, 19--20 years ago Took my gal to the country store Took my gal to the country store Buy m' pretty little gal little calico Me and my gal walkin' down the road Her knees knock together playin' "Sugar In The Gourd" Sugar in the gourd and the gourd in the ground If you want a little sugar got to roll the gourd around My old man's good old man Washed his face in a frying pan Combed his hair with a wagon wheel And died with a toothache in his heel Papa loved mama - mama loved men,(three times) Mama's in the graveyard and papa's in the pen I gee to the mule but the mule wouldn't gee, (3 times) So I hit him side the head with the single tree I haw to the mule wouldn't haw, (3 times) So I broke his back with my mother-in-law (The above are the verses Art Thieme used to sing.) Also recorded by Guy Carawan and Leadbelly Eastbound train on the westbound track Westbound train on the eastbound track Both those trains were running fine But what a terrible way to run a railroad line! Cho Whoa, back, Buck, git over Paul You steppin on my cotton, say, one and all Whoa, back, Buck, git over Lamb You steppin on my cottobn like you don't give a damn I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul Don't see a nigger in a mile or mo Took my gal to the party-o She sat on a steeple She let a fart and broke my heart And all over the people Tell my wife when you go to the hills I"m here workin at the sorghum mill Last year was a good crop year And everybody knowed it Paw didn't raise but a bushel of corn And some damn rascal stole it I'm a rowdy soul, I'm a rowdy soul I'm rowdy all around my red asshole
Writer(s): Huddie Ledbetter Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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