Tommy Johnson from around 1928. Deep, dark, primitive, mysterious.
I asked for water, and she gave me gasoline
I asked for water, gave me gasoline
I asked for water and she gave me gasoline
Lord, Lordy, Lord
Crying, Lord, I wonder will I ever get back home
Crying, Lord, I wonder will I ever get back home
Lord, Lordy, Lord
I went to the depot, looked up on the board
I looked all over
"How long has this east bound train been gone?”
“It’s done taken your Faror, blowed its smoke on you”
I asked for water, gave me gasoline
I asked for water and she gave me gasoline
Lord, Lordy, Lord
Crying, Lord, I wonder will I ever get back home
Crying, Lord, I wonder will I ever get back home
Lord, Lordy, Lord
I went to the depot, looked up on the board
I looked all over
"How long has this east bound train been gone?”
“It’s done taken your Faror, blowed its smoke on you”
Lord, Lordy, Lord
Lord, I asked the conductor, "Could I ride these blinds?"
(Want to know, can a broke man ride the blinds?)
"Son, buy your ticket, buy your ticket
'Cause this train ain't none of mine"
"Son, buy your ticket
Train ain't none of mine"
"Son, buy your ticket
'Cause this train ain't none of mine"
Lord, Lordy, Lord
(Want to know, can a broke man ride the blinds?)
"Son, buy your ticket, buy your ticket
'Cause this train ain't none of mine"
"Son, buy your ticket
Train ain't none of mine"
"Son, buy your ticket
'Cause this train ain't none of mine"
Lord, Lordy, Lord
“Train ain’t none of mine”
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