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Week Six (13/18) -- Poetry and Poetics

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Week Six

Week Six Hellhound on my Trail I got to keep movin’, I got to keep movin’ Blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail Hmm-mmm, blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail And the days keeps on worryin’ me There’s a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail Hellhound on my trail If today was Christmas Eve, if today was Christmas Eve And tomorrow was Christmas Day If today was Christmas Eve, and tomorrow was Christmas Day Aw, wouldn’t we have a time, baby? All I would need my little sweet rider just To pass the time away, huh-huh To pass the time away You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm Mmm, around my door, all around my door You sprinkled hot foot powder All around your daddy’s door, hmm-hmm-hmm It keep me with ramblin’ mind, rider Every old place I go, every old place I go I can tell the wind is risin’, the leaves tremblin’ on the tree Tremblin’ on the tree I can tell the wind is risin’, leaves tremblin’ on the tree Hmm-hmm, hmm-mmm All I need’s my little sweet woman And to keep my company, hey, hey, hey My company Terraplane Blues And I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan When I feel so lonesome, you hear me when I moan Who been drivin’ my Terraplane, for you since I been gone. Who been drivin’ my Terraplane now for, you since I been gone. Mr. highway man, please don’t block the road Puh hee hee, please don’t block the road ‘Cause she’s reachin’ a cold one hundred and I’m booked and I got to go Mmm mmm mmm mmm mmm Yoo ooo ooo ooo, you hear me weep and moan Who been drivin’ my Terraplane now for, you since I been gone I’m gon’ get down in this connection, keep on tanglin’ with your wires I’m gon’ get down in this connection, oh well, keep on tanglin’ with these wires And when I mash down on your little starter, then your spark plug will give me fire Love in Vain I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand And I followed her to the station, with a suitcase in my hand Well, it’s hard to tell, it’s hard to tell, when all your love’s in vain All my love’s in vain When the train rolled up to the station, I looked her in the eye When the train rolled up to the station, and I looked her in the eye Well, I was lonesome, I felt so lonesome, and I could not help but cry All my love’s in vain When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind When the train, it left the station, with two lights on behind Well, the blue light was my blues, and the red light was my mind All my love’s in vain Hoo-hoo, ooh, Willie Mae Oh oh hey, hoo, Willie Mae Hoo-hoo, ooh, eeh, oh woe All my love’s in vain Sources “Hellhound on my Trail” by Robert Johnson is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Genius. “Terraplane Blues” by Robert Johnson is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Genius. “Love in Vain” by Robert Johnson is in the public domain. This version was retrieved from Genius.
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