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Gimme A Pigfoot - Bessie Smith

""Up in Harlem every Saturday night When the highbrows get together its just so right They all congregate at an all night hop And what they do is Oo Bop Bee Dap Oh Hannah Brown from way cross town Gets"

Me And My Gin - Bessie Smith

""Stay away from me 'cause I'm in my sin. Stay away from me 'cause I'm in my sin. If this place gets raided, it's just me and my gin. Don't try me nobody, oh, you will never win. Don't try me nobody 'cause"

Any woman's blues - Bessie Smith

"My man ain't acting right, he stays out late at nightAnd still he says he loves no one but meBut if I find that gal, that tries to steal my palI'll get her told, just you wait and seeI feel blue, I don't"

Baby wount you please come home - Bessie Smith

"I've got the blues, I feel so lonely I'll give the world if I could only Make you understand It surely would be grand I'm gonna telephone my baby Ask him won't you please come home 'Cause when you're gone,"

Beale street mama - Bessie Smith

"Minnie Neal down in Beale, gave her papa the airLeft him cold, got him told, said she didn't carePoor Joe, her beau, looked just like he would dieIf you were near him, you would hear him, start his mournful"

Bleeding hearted blues - Bessie Smith

"When you're sad and lonelyThinking about you onlyFeeling disgusted and blueAh, your heart is achingYes, it's almost breakingNo one to tell your troubles toThat's the time you'll hang your head,And begin"

Blue blues - Bessie Smith

"Blue, blue, I got a tale to tell you, I'm blueSomething comes over me, daddy, and I'm blue about youListen to my story, and ev'rything'll come out trueWhen your man is gone, your rent is all due,he's not"

Cake walking babies from home - Bessie Smith

"Cake walkersmay come, cake walkers may go,but I wanna tell you 'bout a couple I knowHigh steppin' pair, DebonairWhen it comes for bus'ness not a soul can compareHere they come, look at 'em, demonstratin',goin'"

Cemetery blues - Bessie Smith

"Folks, I know a gal named Cemetery Lize, down in TennesseeShe has got a pair of mean old graveyard eyes, full of miseryEvery night and day, you can hear her sing a blues awayI'm going down to the cemetery"

Charlie Green, play that thing - Bessie Smith

"I know a fool who blows a hornHe comes from way down southYou never heard such blowin' since you was bornWhen he puts that trombone to his mouthHe cries and moans, he grunts and groansHe sounds just like"

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