We made it to Friday yall. Godspeed!
Here are some more of the nasty women and their dirty blues (don’t worry Tyren, I’m gonna give Millie her own week soon!)
Sweet Emma
“Sweet Emma” Barrett (March 25, 1897, New Orleans, Louisiana – January 28, 1983) was an American self-taught jazz pianist and singer who worked with the Original Tuxedo Orchestra between 1923 and 1936, first under Papa Celestin, then William Ridgely. Sweet Emma Barrett was at her most powerful in the early 1960s and became an iconic figure with the Preservation Hall Jazz Band.
I ain’t gonna give nobody none of my jellyroll.
I wouldn’t give you a piece a cake
Not to save your soul.
Now my mama told me that day, before she went away
If I be a good little girl
Ah she’d put my hair in curls.
Now it ain’t no use for you to keep on hangin ‘round.
I know you want it.
I’ve got to turn you down.
Ah, my jelly roll is sweet
And it can’t be beat.
I know you want it. You can’t have it.
I ain’t ah gonna give you none.
Ruth Brown
Ruth Brown (January 12, 1928 – November 17, 2006) was an American singer-songwriter and actress, sometimes known as the “Queen of R&B“. She had a series of hit songs for Atlantic Records in the 1950s, such as “So Long“, “Teardrops from My Eyes” and “(Mama) He Treats Your Daughter Mean“. For these contributions, Atlantic became known as “The house that Ruth built”.
If I Can’t Sell it, I’ll Sit On It
Own a secondhand furniture store and i think my prices are fair,
course this real cheap guy i know Came in one day.
Saw this chair he wanted to buy, but he wouldn’t, claimed the price was too high.
So I looked straight in the eye, and this was my reply… if i can’t sell it, i’m gonna sit down on it.
I ain’t gonna give it away. now darling if you want it, you’re gonna have to buy it.
And i mean just What i say.
Now how would you like to find this waitin at home for you every night.
Only been used once or twice but it’s still nice and tight!
whoa… so if i can’t sell it, i’m gonna keep sittin on it.
I ain’t gonna give it away.
Now you can’t find a better pair of legs in town and a back like this,
Huh, not for miles around. and that is why if i can’t sell it, i’m going to recline upon it.
Why should i give it away? because it’s made for comfort, built for wear and tear.
Where else could you find such an easy chair!
Haa… whoa… if i can’t sell it, darling i’m gonna sit down on it.
I don’t see the need to give it away. because it’s lush, plush, slick and sleak.
Darling, a high class speech like this at any price is cheap!
so if I can’t sell it, i’m gonna sit back down on it.
Why should I give it away? now look at this nice bottom, ain’t it easy on the eye,
Guaranteed to support any weight or size!
whoa… if i can’t sell it, i’m just gonna keep sittin on it.
Don’t ask me to give it away.
Now, I have really had my fill of folks always comin around with their hands stuck out,
Wantin something, don’t want to give up nothing.
Now if you want this, put your hand in your stash and give me some cash.
Now if you want something for free, go to the salvation army, don’t come runnin to me.
Now this is not saint paul’s place, this is ruth’s place.
Read my lips. no free trips!
And you can look at me and see I have not been starvin darling.
Now i have a few diamonds that i haven’t even taken off to dust lately.
Now you are not getting anything around here for free.
Show me the color of your Money. goodbye!
Ida Cox
Ida Cox (February 26, 1888 or 1896 – November 10, 1967) was a singer and vaudeville performer, best known for her blues performances and recordings. She was billed as “The Uncrowned Queen of the Blues”.
I’ve always heard that haste makes waste So I believe in takin’ my time
The highest mountain can’t be raced It’s something you must slowly climb
I want a slow and easy man He needn’t ever take the lead
‘Cause I work on that long-time plan And I ain’t a-lookin’ for no speed
I’m a one hour mama So no one minute papa
Ain’t the kind of man for me
Set your alarm clock papa
One hour, that’s proper
Then love me like I like to be
I don’t want no lame excuses ‘Bout my lovin’ bein’ so good
That you couldn’t wait no longer Now I hope I’m understood
I’m a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain’t the kind of man for me
I can’t stand no greenhorn lover Like a rookie goin’ to war
With a load of big artillery But don’t know what it’s for
He’s got to bring me a reference
With a great long pedigree
And must prove he’s got endurance
Or he don’t mean that to me
I don’t like no crowin’ rooster What just kicks a lick or two
Action is the only booster Of just what my man can do
I don’t want no imitation My requirements ain’t no joke
‘Cause I’ve got pure indignation For a guy what’s lost his stroke
I’m a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain’t the kind of man for me
Set your alarm clock papa
One hour, that’s proper
Then love me like I like to be
I may want love for one hour Then decide to make it two
Takes an hour before I get started Maybe three ‘fore I’m through
I’m a one hour mama
So no one minute papa
Ain’t the kind of man for me