Now Let Your Head Go Bald
Out for the weekend.
Enjoy the incomparable Hound Dog Taylor.
Give me back my wig
Honey now let your head go bald.
Give me back my wig
Honey now let your head go bald.
Really didn't have no business
Honey buyin' you no wig at all.
Takin' me downtown
Say four forty nine,
When I get down there
I swear, nine ninety nine.
You just give me back my wig
Honey now let your head go bald.
Really didn't have no business
Honey buyin' you no wig at all.
Yeah my Mama told me
And your good friend too,
When you get that wig
That's the way you gonna do.
You just give me back my wig
Honey now let your head go bald.
Really didn't have no business
Honey buyin' you no wig at all.
Goodbye little one
All I got to say.
Give me back my wig and be
On your merry way.
You just give me back my wig
Honey, now let your head go bald.
Really didn't have no business
Honey buyin' you no wig at all
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Nice>!!! I've been getting into old Elmore James lately... kinda like poetry for the feet...makes me tap dem toes.
I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a clean cut fellow from Horner's Corner
Your ought to see me strut
I'm a caper cuttin' cutie
Got a gal called Katie
She's a little heavy laden but I call her "Baby"
I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a ping pong papa from Pitch Fork Prairie
You ought to see me strut
I'm a ding dong daddy
Got a whiz bang momma
She's a Bear Creek baby and a wampus kitty
I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a popcorn popper and a big apple knocker
You ought to see me strut
I'm a mamma makin' man
And I just made Mary
She's a big blonde baby from Peanut Prairie
I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a Ding Dong Daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a peach-pie papa from Jackson's Hollow
You ought to see me strut
I'm a honey dippin' daddy
Got a hard hearted baby
She's a sheik shakin' Sheba but she can't shake me
'Cause I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a jug jugglin' Jasper
From Flat Fork Flats, and
You ought to see me strut
I'm a corn-huskin' huskie
Got a gal called Cleta
She's a flip flop flapper
But her brains are in her fee
Oh, I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
I'm a cider sipper
From Corn Cob Center
You ought to see me strut
I'm a high powered papa
Got a gal called Susie
She's a fast movin' mamma
But she can't love me, 'cause
I'm a ding dong daddy from Dumas
You ought to see me do my stuff
The nonsense in 1930 was little more stylish and a bit less nonsensical than it is today. Maybe that's because Louie Armstrong was still around to sling it to us?
i hope your broonz aren't too tough on mr cooke but i wouldn't mind seeing malkin getting a little dental work.
Can't remember the name of the blues club in Inman Square where I saw him back in the day.
He tore it up.
Great club, wish I could remember the name.
Not Ryles or the 1369 or Inn Square Men's Bar (women invited).
Happening place in the day.
I can't remember the name of that club either, Ducky.
But here's another blues musician that appeared at the 1369, and Ryles, I think.
Silas Hubbard.
Silas Hubbard's obit.
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