Early one morning, the blues came falling down
Early one morning, the blues came falling down
All locked up in jail and prison bound
All last night I sat in my cell alone
All last night, wooo, I sat in my cell alone
Thinking of my baby and my happy home
Baby, you will never see my smiling face again
Baby, you will never see my smiling face again
But always remember, your daddy has been your friend
Sometimes I wonder, why don't you write to me?
Sometimes I wonder, why don′t you write to me?
If I have been a bad fellow, I did not intend to be
When I had my trial, baby, you could not be found
When I had my trial, baby, woooo, you could not be found
So it's too latе now, mistreating mama, I'm prison bound
Early one morning, the blues came falling down
All locked up in jail and prison bound
All last night I sat in my cell alone
All last night, wooo, I sat in my cell alone
Thinking of my baby and my happy home
Baby, you will never see my smiling face again
Baby, you will never see my smiling face again
But always remember, your daddy has been your friend
Sometimes I wonder, why don't you write to me?
Sometimes I wonder, why don′t you write to me?
If I have been a bad fellow, I did not intend to be
When I had my trial, baby, you could not be found
When I had my trial, baby, woooo, you could not be found
So it's too latе now, mistreating mama, I'm prison bound
inviata da Marcello Tagliabue - 11/12/2025 - 16:22
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Il tema piuttosto comune di un uomo in prigione, abbandonato anche dalla sua amata (che non è neppure venuta a seguire il suo processo, e che non gli scrive più). Carr, come altri bluesmen, sperimentò direttamente il carcere: finì infatti in prigione, nel penitenziario statale dell'Indiana, per contrabbando di alcolici.
Leroy Carr (vocal & piano), Scrapper Blackwell (guitar)
Chicago, 20 dicembre 1928