‘Fo Day Blues

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Overview

Here’s another wonderful Peg Leg Howell song, where he depicts some real blues — that classic opening lick starting from the top string which gently floats down to the lower, mid-level register of the guitar. From there, he deploys his favorite, Standard tuning riffs like a great lullaby.

It also features how he’d play the IV chord twice (for example, on the first chorus of his singing, he’ll go to the IV chord, exit, then go back to the IV chord and repeat it). I think this classifies as 16 Bar Blues? It does add up to 16 bars anyhow, but I’m just not sure if that’s exactly how 16 Bar Blues is “officially” called. Anyhow, a great tune by Peg Leg Howell.

Workstation

Standard — EADGBE
3rd Fret

I woke up this mornin’, ‘tween midnight and day
I woke up this mornin’, ‘tween midnight and day
I woke up this mornin’, ‘tween midnight and day
I felt for my rider, she done eased away

Sweet mama, sweet mama, your papa double do love you
Sweet mama, sweet mama, papa double do love you
I says, crazy about the way sweet mama do

My rider got somethin’, I really don’t know what it is
My rider got somethin’, I really don’t know what it is
When I wake up in the mornin’ can’t keep my body still

My rider got somethin’, they call it the sting-a-ree
My rider got somethin’, called it the sting-a-ree
I wake up every mornin’ I’m worryin’, worryin’ poor me

I’m goin’, I’m goin’, mama, ain’t comin’ here no more
I’m goin’ away, mama, ain’t comin’ here no more
I’m goin’ away, mama, ain’t comin’ here no more
When you see me leavin’, on your door

Said the Mississippi River, mama, is long and deep and wide
The Mississippi River ‘long and deep and wide
The Mississippi River ‘long and deep and wide
I’ve got a lovin’ fairy, she’s on the other side

I’m goin’ up the country, mama, honey, and I won’t carry you
I’m goin’ up the country, mama, I won’t carry you
‘t ain’t nothin’ up the country, sweet mama, you can do

I’m gonna drink muddy water, sleep in a hollow log
Gonna drink muddy water, sleep in a hollow log
Then to be in Atlanta, treated like a dog

Song History

8 November 1926
Atlanta, Georgia
Columbia 14177-D

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