Ma Rainey

Lyrics

When Ma Rainey Comes to town Folks from anyplace Miles aroun' From Cape Girardeau Poplar Bluff Flocks in to hear Ma do her stuff; Comes flivverin' in Or ridin' mules Or packed in trains Picknickin' fools. . . That's what it's like Fo' miles on down To New Orleans delta An' Mobile town When Ma hits Anywheres aroun' Dey comes to hear Ma Rainey from de little river settlements From blackbottorn cornrows and from lumber camps; Dey stumble in de hall, jes a-laughin' an' a-cacklin' Cheerin' lak roarin' water, lak wind in river swamps An' some jokers keeps deir laughs a-goin' in dе crowded aisles An' some folks sits dеre waitin' wid deir aches an' miseries Till Ma comes out before dem, a-smilin' gold-toofed smiles An' Long Boy ripples minors on de black an' yellow keys O Ma Rainey Sing yo' song; Now you's back Whah you belong Git way inside us Keep us strong. . . O Ma Rainey Li'l an' low; Sing us 'bout de hard luck Roun' our do'; Sing us 'bout de lonesome road We mus' go. . . I talked to a fellow, an' the fellow say "She jes' catch hold of us, somekindaway She sang Backwater Blues one day: 'It rained fo' days an' de skies was dark as night Trouble taken place in de lowlands at night 'Thundered an' lightened an' the storm begin to roll Thousan's of people ain't got no place to go 'Den I went an' stood upon some high ol' lonesome hill An' looked down on the place where I used to live.' An' den de folks, dey natchally bowed dey heads an' cried Bowed dey heavy heads, shet dey moufs up tight an' cried An' Ma lef' de stage, an' followed some de folks outside." Dere wasn't much more de fellow say: She jes' gits hold of us dataway