Far back as I can remember
Either had to plow or hoe
One of those long ol’ nine feet sacks
Standin’ at the old turn row
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from...
Nothing I got ‘gainst Mississippi
It also was the home of my wife
But I count myself a lucky man
Just to get away with my life.
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from...
They had a huntin’ season on a rabbit
If you shoot him you went to jail
The season was always open on me
Nobody needed no bail.
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from...
Either had to plow or hoe
One of those long ol’ nine feet sacks
Standin’ at the old turn row
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from...
Nothing I got ‘gainst Mississippi
It also was the home of my wife
But I count myself a lucky man
Just to get away with my life.
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from...
They had a huntin’ season on a rabbit
If you shoot him you went to jail
The season was always open on me
Nobody needed no bail.
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from...
envoyé par Bernart Bartleby - 14/1/2016 - 20:23
Langue: anglais
La versione cantata di Mavis Staples con una strofa recitata nel finale
DOWN IN MISSISSIPPI
As far back as I can remember
I either had a plow or hoe
One of those long ol’ nine-foot sacks
Standing at the old turn row
Way down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from
They had a hunting season on the rabbit
If you shoot him you went to jail
Season was always open on me
Nobody needed no bail
Way down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from
I remember, I used to walk down that gravel road, walking with my grandma
Mississippi sun, beaming down
I went to get some water
My grandma said, young un, you can't drink that water
She said you drink from that fountain over there, heha
And that fountain had a sign
Said for colored only
I was so glad I had my grandma and my papa
No, I won't leave you out, Grandpa
My grandpa was so proud of me, y'all
I went down in Forest, Mississippi one time
Didn't know no better, but I integrated
A washateria
He was telling everybody, my grandbaby Mavis
She went up in that washateria, and washed some clothes
And all the black ladies followed her on up in there
I'm proud of my grandbaby
I saw many more of those signs as I lived in Mississippi
I'm so glad I can say that I saw every one of those signs
Dr. King saw that every one of those signs got taken down
Down in Mississippi
Way down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from
Down, down in Mississippi
As far back as I can remember
I either had a plow or hoe
One of those long ol’ nine-foot sacks
Standing at the old turn row
Way down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from
They had a hunting season on the rabbit
If you shoot him you went to jail
Season was always open on me
Nobody needed no bail
Way down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from
I remember, I used to walk down that gravel road, walking with my grandma
Mississippi sun, beaming down
I went to get some water
My grandma said, young un, you can't drink that water
She said you drink from that fountain over there, heha
And that fountain had a sign
Said for colored only
I was so glad I had my grandma and my papa
No, I won't leave you out, Grandpa
My grandpa was so proud of me, y'all
I went down in Forest, Mississippi one time
Didn't know no better, but I integrated
A washateria
He was telling everybody, my grandbaby Mavis
She went up in that washateria, and washed some clothes
And all the black ladies followed her on up in there
I'm proud of my grandbaby
I saw many more of those signs as I lived in Mississippi
I'm so glad I can say that I saw every one of those signs
Dr. King saw that every one of those signs got taken down
Down in Mississippi
Way down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from
Down, down in Mississippi
Langue: italien
Tentativo di traduzione: Down in Mississippi – Mavis Staples – 2007
GIÙ NEL MISSISSIPPI
Per quanto lontano io possa ricordare
Io avevo o un aratro o una zappa
Uno di quei vecchi sacchi lunghi 9 piedi
Che stavano al vecchio giro della fila
Giù nel Mississippi
Giù nel Mississippi
Giù nel Mississippi dove sono nato
Giù nel Mississippi da dove vengo
Loro avevano una stagione di caccia al coniglio
Se tu gli sparavi andavi in prigione
Ma la stagione per me era sempre aperta
Nessuno doveva pagare una cauzione
Giù nel Mississippi
Giù nel Mississippi
Giù nel Mississippi dove sono nato
Giù nel Mississippi da dove vengo
Ricordo , ero solita passeggiare giù lungo quella strada di ghiaia, passeggiavo con mia nonna
Il sole del Mississippi, abbagliante .
Sono andata per prendere un po' di acqua
Mia nonna disse,fanciulla, tu non puoi bere quell'acqua
Mi disse tu puoi bere da quella fontana laggiù, proprio.
E quella fontana aveva un cartello
Che diceva solo per neri
Ero così felice di avere mia nonna e mio nonno
No, non ti lascerò mai ,nonno
Mio nonno era così fiero di me, gente.
Ero andata a Forest nel Mississippi una volta
Non sapevo niente di meglio ma ho reso una lavanderia integrata
Lui diceva a tutti, la mia nipotina Mavis
Era andata in quella lavanderia e ha lavato alcuni indumenti
E tutte le signore di colore la seguirono proprio là
Io sono orgoglioso della mia nipotina .
Ho visto molti altri ancora di quei cartelli quando vivevo nel Mississippi
Sono ben lieta di poter dire che ho visto ciascuno di quei cartelli
che il Dr. King vide, che ciascuno di quei cartelli sono stati rimossi.
Giù nel Mississippi
Giù nel Mississippi
Giù nel Mississippi dove sono nato
Giù nel Mississippi da dove vengo
Giù , giù in Mississippi
Per quanto lontano io possa ricordare
Io avevo o un aratro o una zappa
Uno di quei vecchi sacchi lunghi 9 piedi
Che stavano al vecchio giro della fila
Giù nel Mississippi
Giù nel Mississippi
Giù nel Mississippi dove sono nato
Giù nel Mississippi da dove vengo
Loro avevano una stagione di caccia al coniglio
Se tu gli sparavi andavi in prigione
Ma la stagione per me era sempre aperta
Nessuno doveva pagare una cauzione
Giù nel Mississippi
Giù nel Mississippi
Giù nel Mississippi dove sono nato
Giù nel Mississippi da dove vengo
Ricordo , ero solita passeggiare giù lungo quella strada di ghiaia, passeggiavo con mia nonna
Il sole del Mississippi, abbagliante .
Sono andata per prendere un po' di acqua
Mia nonna disse,fanciulla, tu non puoi bere quell'acqua
Mi disse tu puoi bere da quella fontana laggiù, proprio.
E quella fontana aveva un cartello
Che diceva solo per neri
Ero così felice di avere mia nonna e mio nonno
No, non ti lascerò mai ,nonno
Mio nonno era così fiero di me, gente.
Ero andata a Forest nel Mississippi una volta
Non sapevo niente di meglio ma ho reso una lavanderia integrata
Lui diceva a tutti, la mia nipotina Mavis
Era andata in quella lavanderia e ha lavato alcuni indumenti
E tutte le signore di colore la seguirono proprio là
Io sono orgoglioso della mia nipotina .
Ho visto molti altri ancora di quei cartelli quando vivevo nel Mississippi
Sono ben lieta di poter dire che ho visto ciascuno di quei cartelli
che il Dr. King vide, che ciascuno di quei cartelli sono stati rimossi.
Giù nel Mississippi
Giù nel Mississippi
Giù nel Mississippi dove sono nato
Giù nel Mississippi da dove vengo
Giù , giù in Mississippi
envoyé par Pluck - 20/6/2022 - 18:59
Langue: anglais
Down In Mississippi by Pops Staples
on Peace To The Neighborhood (1992)
on Peace To The Neighborhood (1992)
Far back as I can remember
Either had to plow or hoe
That old long 9-loot cotton sack
Standing at the old turn row
Oh, down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from
I got nothing against Mississippi
Also the home of my wife
I feel just like a lucky man
Get away with my life
Oh, from down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi, yeah
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
They had a hunting season on the rabbit
If you shoot him you go to jail
The season was always open on me
Nobody needed no bail
Oh, down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from, yeah
Take it, take it, take it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
Either had to plow or hoe
That old long 9-loot cotton sack
Standing at the old turn row
Oh, down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from
I got nothing against Mississippi
Also the home of my wife
I feel just like a lucky man
Get away with my life
Oh, from down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi, yeah
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
They had a hunting season on the rabbit
If you shoot him you go to jail
The season was always open on me
Nobody needed no bail
Oh, down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi
Down in Mississippi where I was born
Down in Mississippi where I come from, yeah
Take it, take it, take it
Yeah
Yeah
Yeah
envoyé par Pluck - 8/7/2021 - 22:15
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Parole e musica di J. B. Lenoir
Outtake dell’album intitolato “Alabama Blues!” del 1966, con Freddie Below e Willie Dixon
Si trova in una riedizione degli anni 90 per i tipi della tedesca Bellaphon
In seguito interpretata anche da Ry Cooder e Mavis Staples
His description of the Mississippi hunting season is a chilling reminder of the state’s history of lynchings, shootings, and bombings, the assassination of Medgar Evers in Jackson, Mississippi, in 1963, and the murdered bodies of civil rights workers James Chaney, Andrew Goodman and Michael Schwerner, found buried in an earthen dam in 1964.
(estratto da Blues from the Streets of ‘The Other America’, di Terry Messman)
Agghiacciante l’ultima strofa: “Loro (i bianchi) hanno una stagione di caccia al coniglio. Se gli spari (fuori stagione) finisci in galera. Invece la stagione di caccia (ai neri) è aperta tutto l’anno e nessuno rischia nemmeno una multa”