Tyree Mister Tyree
Please get my pardon to go
(Take?) me out of Bellwood
Lord I won’t return no more
Mr Tyree
Please get my pardon to go
If you let me out of Bellwood
I won’t return no more.
--- (Spoken aside: Good lord I won’t)
Early this morning
Just about the break of day
Tyree give (me?) a pick and shovel
Just to pass my time away
T-T-Tyree
Please give me my pardon to go
If you let me out of Bellwood
I won’t return no more.
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Tyree Tyree
Don’t work my woman so hard
Tyree Tyree
Don’t work my woman so hard
Says? she’s nothing but a piano player
Swear to god she never had a job.
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Early this morning
About the break of day
Take my wife lord
And carry it on away
‘Cause (there?) (Mr?) Tyree
Please don’t be so mean
Lord you the worst ol’ prison guard
Worst that I’ve ever seen.
(Guitar music and brief, inaudible comment)
Now I do it don’t do it
Don’t? be so hard
I’m nothing but a --?--
I never had no (boogin’?) job
Mr Tyree
Please give me my pardon to go
Now if you just let me out of Bellwood
I won’t return no more.
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(Long guitar passage, with several variations)
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Early one morning
Momma the blues kept falling down
(???) baby
And they stay with me all night long
T- Tyree,
Please give me my pardon to go
And now if you let me out of Bellwood
I won’t return no more.
Please get my pardon to go
(Take?) me out of Bellwood
Lord I won’t return no more
Mr Tyree
Please get my pardon to go
If you let me out of Bellwood
I won’t return no more.
--- (Spoken aside: Good lord I won’t)
Early this morning
Just about the break of day
Tyree give (me?) a pick and shovel
Just to pass my time away
T-T-Tyree
Please give me my pardon to go
If you let me out of Bellwood
I won’t return no more.
-----
Tyree Tyree
Don’t work my woman so hard
Tyree Tyree
Don’t work my woman so hard
Says? she’s nothing but a piano player
Swear to god she never had a job.
----
Early this morning
About the break of day
Take my wife lord
And carry it on away
‘Cause (there?) (Mr?) Tyree
Please don’t be so mean
Lord you the worst ol’ prison guard
Worst that I’ve ever seen.
(Guitar music and brief, inaudible comment)
Now I do it don’t do it
Don’t? be so hard
I’m nothing but a --?--
I never had no (boogin’?) job
Mr Tyree
Please give me my pardon to go
Now if you just let me out of Bellwood
I won’t return no more.
--------
(Long guitar passage, with several variations)
--------
Early one morning
Momma the blues kept falling down
(???) baby
And they stay with me all night long
T- Tyree,
Please give me my pardon to go
And now if you let me out of Bellwood
I won’t return no more.
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