Stevadore Blues

(Wesley Wilson)
Photograph of Coot Grant and Kid Wesley Wilson

Transcribed from vocals by Coot Grant, recorded November, 1928,
From Coot Grant and Kid Wilson, Complete Recorded Works in Chronological Order, v. 2: 1928-1931, Document Records, DOCD-5564.

Woke up this morning 'bout half past nine,
Lord, and I just could not keep from cryin',
I was worried about that stevadore man of mine.

Now, my man, he must be gone to shame,
Oh, how I hate to call my sweet daddy's name,
Now people, I, I miss my sweet man so.

Tell me, doctor, fill this prescription for poor me.
And cure me of my love disease,

Now, it's rainin' and it's hailin',
It's stormin', daddy, on the sea;
Lord, it's rainin' and it's hailin',
It's stormin', baby, on the sea;
Now that's the onliest way they keep my sweet daddy away from me.

Now, I stole my sweet man,
Stole him from my best friend,
Lord, I stole my sweet man,
I stole him from my best friend.
Now that woman's done got lucky,
Lord, and stole her man back again.

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