Canned Heat Blues Songtext

von Tommy Johnson

Canned Heat Blues

By Tommy "Snake" Johnson
Recording of December 1929, Crafton, Wisconsin
From Complete Recorded Works (1928-1929) (Document DOCD-5001), Tommy Johnson (1928-1930) (Wolf 104), copyright notice

Crying, canned heat, canned heat, mama, rcying, sure, Lord, killing me
Crying, canned heat, mama, sure, Lord, killing me
Takes alcorub to take these canned heat blues

Crying, mama, mama, mama, you know, canned heat killing me
Crying, mama, mama, mama, crying, canned heat is killing me
Canned heat don't kill me, crying, babe, I'll never die

I woked up, up this morning, with canned heat on my mind
Woked up this morning, canned heat was on my mind
Woke up this morning, with canned heat, Lord, on my mind

Crying, Lord, Lord, I wonder, canned heat, Lord, killing me
Jake alcohol's [ruined me, churning] 'bout my soul
Because brownskin women don't do the easy roll

I woke up, up this morning, crying, canned heat 'round my bed
Run here, somebody, take these canned heat blues
Run here, somebody, and take these canned heat blues

Crying, mama, mama, mama, crying, canned heat killing me
B'lieve to my soul, Lord, it gonna kill me dead

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Note: originally issued as Paramount 12950.