FOLK SONG BLUES

Well since my baby left me

such a lonesome man I’ve been,

‘til I walked out one May morning

among the hedgerows green.

Twas there I spied a fair maid,

silver buckles on her shoes,

I asked her if she’d walk with me

and take away my blues.

 

I’ve got those English folk revival

Cecil Sharp vernacular survival blues.

 

She sang me such sweet lyrics fair

about a bold Dragoon;

so I pulled out my slide, right there

and laid down a twelve bar tune.

I took her to the crossroads

where once I’d sold my soul.

She kissed me on both cheek and chin;

her maidenhead I stole.

 

I’ve got those wave your hankies in the air

and morris dance around the town square blues.

 

I’m a dirty lowdown cowboy

with rambling on my mind

I begged her on my bended knee

to treat this poor boy kind.

So before the sun had set, me boys

and I’d picked up my clothes

I’d improvised a middle eight

to to fit her “Matty Groves”.

 

I’ve got those ploughboys, soldiers, sailors

blacksmiths, highwaymen and jailors, fickle blues.

(take it to Cropredy bridge)

Well I rose up upon my feet

and buttoned up my jeans;

shouldered my guitar and headed

back to New Orleans;

but my lady’s brothers swore an oath,

with shotguns in their hands,

to hunt me like a rare white stag

from off their father’s lands.

 

I’ve got those anguished doom and tragic

call upon the force of faery magic blues.

 

Well, I woke up this morning

and knew I could not stay;

I was obliged to take a whaler

bound for Californ-i-ay.

I play blues shanties for the sailors

as they haul upon the ropes

while my love wears the green willow

for the dying of her hopes.

 

I’ve got those not-so-merry Maying,

in the greenwood I’m no longer straying blues.

oh yeah

I've got those finger in your ear
abandon hope all those who enter here blues.