About the old spinning room I'm a-going to tell a tale
You have to keep your end up and brush off your rail
Take your roller, clean your lapstick, and run out your guide.
If you don't, I'll put another spinner on your side.
Say, wait a minute, fellow, now tell me where you're going
Don't you hear the doggone Spinning room a-roaring?
You can't fool no cause I'm on the scout,
Get back on the job, you ain’t a-going to slip out.
Soap and water standing in the middle of the floor
The scrubbers laid their brooms down, they're going to get more
The spinners get mad and having running fits
Cause you better look out, for your foot might slip.
Say, wait a minute, fellow, now tell me where you're going
Don't you hear the doggone Spinning room a-roaring?
You can't fool no cause I'm on the scout,
Get back on the job, you ain’t a-going to slip out.
The doffers grabbing doff boxes, here they go
They're always in a hurry cause they can't go slow
Running up and down the alley like some wild loon
Slinging empty bobbins all over the room.
Say, wait a minute, fellow, now tell me where you're going
Don't you hear the doggone Spinning room a-roaring?
You can't fool no cause I'm on the scout,
Get back on the job, you ain’t a-going to slip out.
I'm a factory fellow and I work in the mill
I have to keep at it cause I live on the hill
I ain't got no clothes, ain’t got no shoes,
I ain't got nothing but the spinning room blues.
Say, wait a minute, fellow, now tell me where you're going
Don't you hear the doggone Spinning room a-roaring?
You can't fool no cause I'm on the scout,
Get back on the job, you ain’t a-going to slip out.
[The ends a-coming down, the roping'a running out
The poor little spinners are rushing about
The boss man yelling, "there's no time to lose."
Everybody’s dying with the spinning room blues.
A doffer comes along piecing up ends
Acting just like he's about out of wind
Then he starts moving like he's had a drink of booze
But he's never had nothing but the spinning room blues.
Many minor little things tearing down ends
Don't start cussing cause you know it's a sin
Just keep on moving in your worn out shoes
For you're only a victim of the spinning room blues.]
You have to keep your end up and brush off your rail
Take your roller, clean your lapstick, and run out your guide.
If you don't, I'll put another spinner on your side.
Say, wait a minute, fellow, now tell me where you're going
Don't you hear the doggone Spinning room a-roaring?
You can't fool no cause I'm on the scout,
Get back on the job, you ain’t a-going to slip out.
Soap and water standing in the middle of the floor
The scrubbers laid their brooms down, they're going to get more
The spinners get mad and having running fits
Cause you better look out, for your foot might slip.
Say, wait a minute, fellow, now tell me where you're going
Don't you hear the doggone Spinning room a-roaring?
You can't fool no cause I'm on the scout,
Get back on the job, you ain’t a-going to slip out.
The doffers grabbing doff boxes, here they go
They're always in a hurry cause they can't go slow
Running up and down the alley like some wild loon
Slinging empty bobbins all over the room.
Say, wait a minute, fellow, now tell me where you're going
Don't you hear the doggone Spinning room a-roaring?
You can't fool no cause I'm on the scout,
Get back on the job, you ain’t a-going to slip out.
I'm a factory fellow and I work in the mill
I have to keep at it cause I live on the hill
I ain't got no clothes, ain’t got no shoes,
I ain't got nothing but the spinning room blues.
Say, wait a minute, fellow, now tell me where you're going
Don't you hear the doggone Spinning room a-roaring?
You can't fool no cause I'm on the scout,
Get back on the job, you ain’t a-going to slip out.
[The ends a-coming down, the roping'a running out
The poor little spinners are rushing about
The boss man yelling, "there's no time to lose."
Everybody’s dying with the spinning room blues.
A doffer comes along piecing up ends
Acting just like he's about out of wind
Then he starts moving like he's had a drink of booze
But he's never had nothing but the spinning room blues.
Many minor little things tearing down ends
Don't start cussing cause you know it's a sin
Just keep on moving in your worn out shoes
For you're only a victim of the spinning room blues.]
Contributed by Bernart Bartleby - 2015/5/19 - 13:28
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Canzone scritta da Dorsey Dixon e interpretata col fratello Howard, i Dixon Bothers. Entrambi furono operai tessili dall’adolescenza fino alla pensione. Le ultime tre strofe (indicate tra parentesi) furono aggiunte nel 1965, a mo’ di attualizzazione)
Un brano in qualche modo gemello di Weave Room Blues
Interpretata da Mike Seeger nel disco “Tipple, Loom & Rail - Songs Of The Industrialization Of The South” (Folkways Records, 1966)
Poi in diverse raccolte dedicate alla riscoperta dei Dixon Brothers.
Infine nel disco collettivo “Poor Man, Rich Man - American Country Songs Of Protest” (1989).