Country Blues (Live @ the Log Drive Cafe)

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Recorded 26 October 2018, in Ottawa, in the Kitchissippi watershed, Algonquin territory.

The Log Drive Cafe (logdrivecafe.wordpress.com) is a traditional music concert series featuring local and visiting folk musicians in a coffeehouse setting, in which the audience is welcome to sing along.
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released November 19, 2018

Tim played banjo, nylon-string guitar (on “Who’s gonna Be Your Man?” & “Pretty Polly”), cardboard box kickdrum and footjingle, and sang.

Chrissy played steel-string guitar, accordion, tenor banjo (on “Who’s Gonna Be Your Man?”), harmonica, saw, and sang.

The Log Drive audience sang along and talked back.
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Lyrics, chords, and manifestos:
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Thanks to those who came, and everyone’s who’s inspired us and cared along the way.

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"A lot of what people do in music and performance is a cop-out. They’re just afraid of what they are, and they want to be seen as something bigger and more magical than what they are. So they do extra things – you know, they have extra layers of vocals in recordings or they have a bunch of stage business, or lighting, or costumes, and all that kind of stuff. All of that stuff is a product of the fear of being exposed."
— Steve Albini

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We're a duo who self-identify only half-jokingly as “the world’s first Blackgrass band.” Chrissy Steinbock and Tim Kitz both sing and play guitar, as well as fake their way through banjo, accordion, mandolin, tin whistle, and probably a few other forgotten instruments. ... more

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Track Name: Mean Old World
This is a mean old world to live in by yourself (x2)
When you can't get the woman one your really love,
You know they're loving someone else

Well, I drink to keep from worrying and I smile to keep from crying (x2)
That's to keep the people from knowing just what I have on my mind

Chords: G – | C G | DD7 G

This is a mean old world, try living it all by yourself (x2)
When you can't have the one you really love, have to use somebody else

Sometimes I wonder how can your love be so cold (x2)
I guess you just don't love me, might as well pack up my things and go
Track Name: Worried Man Blues
Chorus:
It takes a worried man to sing a worried song (x3)
I'm worried now, but I won't be worried long

Chords: G – – – | C – – G | – – – – | D – – G

1. The train came to the station, 21 coaches long
The one I love is on that train and gone

2. I looked down the track as far as I could see
A little bitty hand was waving after me

3. I went across the river and I lay down to sleep
When I woke up, had shackles on my feet

4. The shackles on my feet had 21 links of chain
And each link the initials of my/your name

5. I asked that old judge, what's gonna be my fine
"21 years on the Rocky Mountain Line"

6. 21 years to pay my awful crime
21 years, and I still got 99
Track Name: Frankie and Johnny
Frankie and Johnny

Frankie and Johnny were sweethearts – O Lordie how they could love!
They swore to be true to each other, just as true as the stars above
He was her man, he wouldn't do her wrong

Frankie and Johnny went walking, John in his brand new suit
"Then o good Lord," says Frankie, "don't my Johnny look real cute!"
He was her man, he wouldn't do her wrong

Chords: C – – C7 | F – – C | G7 – C –

Frankie was a good woman, and Johnny such a good man
And every last dime that she made went right into Johnny's hand
But he was her man, he wouldn't do her wrong

Frankie went down to the corner, just for a bucket of beer
She said to the fat bartender, "Has my lovingest man been here?
He is my man, he wouldn't do me wrong"

"I don't want to cause you no trouble, & I don't want to tell you no lie
But I saw your man an hour ago with a gal named Alice Bly
If he's your man, he's a-doing you wrong"

Frankie looked over the transom, and found to her great surprise
That there on the cot sat Johnny, a-loving up Alice Bly
But he was her man, but he done her wrong

C – – C7 | F – – C | G7 – C –

Frankie drew back her kimono, took out her 44
"Root-a-toot-toot," three times she shot, right through that hardwood floor
She shot her man 'cause he was doing her wrong

"Roll me over easy, roll me over slow
Roll me on the side, 'cause that bullet hurt me so
I was her man, but I done her wrong"

The judge said to the jury, "It's as plain as plain can be"
This woman shot her lover, it's murder in the second degree
He was her man, though he done her wrong"

This story has no moral, this story has no end
This story only goes to show that there ain't no good in men
They'll do you wrong, just as sure as you're born
Track Name: Let the mermaids flirt with me
Let the mermaids flirt with me

Blues all on the ocean, blues all in the air
Can't stay here no longer, (I) have no steamship fare
When my earthly trials are over, cast my body out in the sea
Save all the undertaker bills, let the mermaids flirt with me

Chords: CG C F C | F C DD7 G | C – F C | F C CG7 C

Blues all in my body, my darling has forsaken me
If I ever see her face again, I have to swim across the sea
When my earthly trials are over, cast my body out in the sea
Save all the undertaker bills, let the mermaids flirt with me


I do not work for pleasure, earthly peace I see no more
The only reason I work at all is (to) drive the wolf from my door
When my earthly trials are over, cast my body out in the sea
Save all the undertaker bills, let the mermaids flirt with me


My wife controls our happy home, my sweetheart I cannot find
The only thing I can call my own is a troubled and worried mind
Track Name: Who's gonna be your man?
Chorus Chords: Em AmEm | Em B7 | 1st | EmB7 Em
Oh lordy me and it’s oh lordy my
Who’s gonna be your man?

1. Who’s gonna shoe your pretty little foot?
Who’s gonna glove your hand?
Who’s gonna kiss your red ruby lips?
Who’s gonna be your man?

Verses: Em Am | Em B7 | EmC AmEm | EmB7 Em

2. Poppa’s gonna shoe my pretty little foot
Moma’s gonna glove my hand
Sister’s gonna kiss my red ruby lips
I don’t need no man

3. Let your poppa shoe your pretty little foot
Let your moma glove my hand
But I insist upon those red ruby lips
’Cause I wanna be your man

4. I don’t need no man, poor boy
I don’t need no man
Sister’s gonna kiss my red ruby lips
I don’t need no man
Track Name: Freight Train
Freight Train

Freight train, freight train run so fast x 2
Please don’t tell them what train I’m on
They won’t know what route I’m going

Chords: C – G G7 / GG7 G7 C – / E EE7 F – / C G C –

When I’m dead and in my grave
No more good times will I crave
Place the stones at my head and feet
And tell them all I’ve gone to sleep

When I die Lord bury me deep
Way down on old Chestnut street
So I can hear the number nine
As she comes rolling by
Track Name: Sitting on top of the world
Sitting on top of the world

Was in the summer, and all the fall
Just trying to find my all in all
But now you’re gone and I don't worry
I'm sitting on top of the world

Chords: E – – – | A(7)– – – | E – B7 – | E AB7 EB7

Was in the spring, one summer day
Just when you left me, you’re gone to stay
But now you’re gone and I don't worry / I’m...

Then you come running, holding up your hand
Can't get me a woman, quick as you can get a man
But now you're gone...

Have been days, I didn't know your name
Why should I worry or cry in vain? / But now...

If you like my peaches, why do you shake my tree?
Stay out of my orchard, and let my peach tree be

The lonesome days, they have gone by
Why should you beg me, oh say goodbye
Track Name: Pretty Polly / Cruel Ship's Carpenter
Pretty Polly

“Oh, Polly, pretty Polly, would you take me unkind
Polly, pretty Polly, would you take me unkind
You to sit beside me, and tell me your mind”

“Well my mind is to marry and never to part
My mind is to marry and never to part
First time I saw you, you wounded my heart”

“Well Polly, pretty Polly, come and go along with me / Polly, pretty Polly...
Before we get married, some pleasure we'll see”

Well he led her over mountains and valleys so deep / He led…
Polly mistrusted and then began to weep

“Say Willie, little Willie, I'm afraid of your ways /Willie…
The way you've been rambling and leading me astray”

“Now Polly, pretty Polly, your guess is about right / Polly…
I dug on your grave, the better part of last night”

Well he led her a little farther and what did she spy? / He…
A new dug grave with a spade lying by

Then she knelt down before him, a pleading for her life…
“Let me be a single girl, if I can't be your wife”

“Now Polly, pretty Polly, that never can be
Your past reputation's been troubling to me”

Well he opened up her bosom, as white as any snow
He stabbed through the heart and the blood did overflow

(Then he went down to the jailhouse and what did he say?
Killed pretty Polly and trying to get away)

Now he buried her so neatly, she was nestled all quite sound
He’s not thinking her body would ever be found
Then he went onboard for a sailor to go
Not thinking this matter ever would out-throw (overthrow?)

But as he was going along to his berth
He spied lovely Polly she was covered in earth
she ripped him and she stripped him and she torn him in three
“That’s for the murder of me baby and me”
Track Name: Make me a pallet
Make me down a pallet on your floor x2
Make me down a pallet soft and low
Make it so your good man will never know

Chords:
A –Edim7 E E7 / A7 –Edim7 E – / E G#dim7 A D#dim7 / E F#7B7 EA EE7

Don’t ever drive a stranger from your door x3
He may be your best friend you don’t know

Get my breakfast here, my dinner in Tennessee x3
I told ya I was coming so you better look for me

(Up the country in the cold sleet and snow x2
Going up the country where the weather suits my clothes
No telling how much further I may go)

Been hanging around with some good time friends of mine (x2)
Whoa they treat me very nice and kind
When I got a dollar and a dime

A –Edim7 E E7 / A7 –Edim7 E – / E G#dim7 A D#dim7 / E F#7B7 EA EE7

Make me down a pallet on your floor x2
Make it over close behind the door
make it where your good man will never go
Track Name: In the Pines
In the Pines (Where did you sleep last night?)

My girl, my girl, don’t lie to me
Tell me where did you sleep last night
In the pines, in the pines,
where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through

Chords: { Em – A G | B(7) – Em – } x2

My girl, my girl, where will you go?
I’m going where the cool wind blows
In the pines, in the pines,
where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through

Her husband was a hard-working man
Just about a mile from here
His head was found in a driving wheel
But his body never was found

In the pines, in the pines,
where the sun don’t ever shine
I would shiver the whole night through
Track Name: St. James Infirmary
St. James Infirmary

I went down to the St. James Infirmary
Saw my baby there
Stretched out on a long, white table
So cold, so sweet, so fair

I went down to old Joe’s barroom
On the corner down by the square
The drinks were served as usual
And the usual crowd was there

Chords: Em B7 Em – / – Am B7 – / 1st / C7 B7 Em –

At the door stood old Joe Kennedy
His eyes all bloodshot red
He turned to the crowd around him
And this is what he said

“Let her go, let her go, god bless her
Wherever she may be
She can search the whole wide world over
She’ll never find a man as sweet as me

When will I ever stop moaning
When will I ever smile
My baby went and left me
She’ll be gone a long, long while”

I followed 16 coal black horses
To pull that rubber tied hack
Well it’s 17 miles to the graveyard
but my baby’s never coming back

I tried to keep from cryin’
My heart felt just like lead
She was all I had to live for
I wished it was me instead

Em B7 Em – / – Am B7 – / 1st / C7 B7 Em –
Dm A7 Dm – / – Gm A7 – / 1st / Bb(7) A(7) Dm –

When I die send crapshooters for pallbearers
Chorus girl to sing me a song
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
Raise hell as I roll along

Take apart your bones and put ’em back together
Tell your Mama (that) you’re somebody now
Feel the breeze blowingp (tell ’em) look out here it comes
Now I can say whatever I feel like to you

Now that I’ve told my story
Let’s have another round of booze
And if anyone should happen to ask you
Tell em I’ve got those St.James Infirmary Blues

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