I got to keep moving, I got to keep moving
Blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
Mmm, blues falling down like hail, blues falling down like hail
And the day keeps on remindin' me, there's a hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail
If today was Christmas eve, if today was Christmas eve
And tomorrow was Christmas day
If today was Christmas eve and tomorrow was Christmas day
All I would need is my little sweet rider
Just to pass the time away, to pass the time away
You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm, around my door
All around my door
You sprinkled hot foot powder, all around your daddy's door
It keeps me with ramblin' mind rider
Every old place I go, every old place I go
I can tell the wind is risin', the leaves tremblin' on the tree
Tremblin' on the tree
I can tell the wind is risin', leaves tremblin' on the tree
All I need is my little sweet woman
And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey, hey, my company
Monday, March 10, 2014
Hellhound On My Trail
À propos to the recent but never stale discussion of the origin of electric blues...
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5 comments:
Excellent selection, ChickenMan.
We need more Hot Tuna ;)
This is the sort of thing where it's easier to comment on something you hate than something you love. Yes, "Hellhound On My Trail" is a great example of primitive Delta blues. But I can't for the life of me say anything further. Except that I'm not sure what this has to do with the electric blues - Johnson was long dead by the time that was a thing. Plenty of blues rockers left his catalog as mined-out as Welsh coal country, but that's rather after the fact, isn't it?
The early electric blues guys were from Chicago and Memphis. I don't know the Memphis guys so much, but I do know the Chicago guys, and the star was Elmore James.
One of the greatest writers of the pastoral blues song ever. "It Hurts Me Too" is a stunner.
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