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Alan Lomax & Tangle Eye
Alan Lomax & CB
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Alan Lomax & 22
Alan Lomax & 22
Alan Lomax
Alan Lomax & B.A.M.A.
Alan Lomax & B.A.M.A.
Alan Lomax & 22
Alan Lomax & B.A.M.A.
Alan Lomax & Tangle Eye
Alan Lomax & B.A.M.A.
Alan Lomax
Alan Lomax (1915-2002) was a legendary ethnomusicology, known for preserving African-American work songs that were born during the era of slavery. He visited Angola Prison in Louisiana with his father in 1933. Here, he recorded multiple African-American folk songs on a paper-backed tape.
“Whoa Buck...
[Verse 1]
Oh, woah, woo-ah, o-wooh!
Sometime I plough the old grey mare
Then I plough the [cuddy?]
When I make my fifteen cents, Lord
I carry it home to Rosie
[Spoken]
Come on here, old mule
[Verse 2]
Whoo, ho, hoo, Lordy, Lord!
Ah, [some]'body stole my old coon dog
Boys, I wished he'd bring him back
He run them big ones, over the fense boys
And the little ones through the crack
Hee-oo, whoo, hoo, Lordy Lord!
Hee-ooh, well, well!
[Spoken]
All right there old flat top, we're gonna make some corn this year, boy
[Verse 3]
I been rollin', rollin', rollin', rollin'
Boys, we gonna make that money, Lord
We gonna carry it home to Rosie
[Verse 4]
Woo, oo-hoo, hoo, Lordy Lord!
Ey, ey-hey!
Black gal wear the [brogan?] shoe
The yellow gal wear the slipper
I don't care what old Plats says
We're gonna ride in a Lincoln Zephyr
[Spoken]
Hey! Come on here boy
Hee, oh, Lordy, Lord!
Hey, heey-hey!
[Spoken]
Well we gon' get drunk this Saturday night, just save up a little change
[Verse 5]
Heey, oh, whoo-hoo!
Hey, Lordy Lord!
Ask that gal to marry me, boys
What d'you reckon she said?
"C.B. I would not have you
If all the rest was dead."
[Spoken]
Boys you knowed, I'm in bad shape tonight!
I'm telling you, me and that gal's 'sure gon' have a fight
Woo-hoo, Lordy!
Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey!
[Spoken]
"What's the matter John?"
"I don't know, Bill."
"You got any chewing tobacco over there?"
"Nah boy, I got some of the best old resin you ever tangled in your teeth"
Hee, hee!
[Spoken]
Come up over there, old Blue! Stagger back there, broad! Boys I'm havin' a tough time with this, I'm tellin' you! Maybe I'll make this load all right. Me an' old Flat Top gonna get a little gin then, then we goin' on down in [Kingston's?] bottom, down there and get us a few of them hamburgers, you know?
[Verse 6]
Hee, woah-hoo! Oh Lord!
Well, I-hey! Woah, oh, Lordy, Lordy, Lord!
I'mma keep on a'talkin'
I ain't gon' sing no more
When this is over boys, I'm gonna let it go
Woah-hoo! Woah, Lordy Lord!
Lomax wrote
Out in the flatland beyond the woods a ploughman is singing and talking to his mule as his plough rips open the black Delta soil. The African habit of playing with the voice here comes into its won, as the singer leaps into falsetto, whoops, talks, moans and grunts as he sings. Woah Buc...