DUPREE BLUES by Woody Herman 1937

        this fine tooon is an after thought for the previous post..enjoy _

           
click here for Teddy Grace,  another gr8 version :
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ovAiWXDiYdo

here's a love song for tonight..1969

this man had trouble just saying NO..there's nothing more to know!  

murder most foul ~

the daddy of the modern  'murder-ballad' in my humble opion ~

The Knoxville Girl

I met a little girl in Knoxville
A town we all know well
And every Sunday evening
Out in her home I'd dwell
We went to take an evening walk
About a mile from town
I picked a stick up off the ground
And knocked that fair girl down;

She fell down on her bended knees
For mercy she did cry
Oh, Willie dear, don't kill me here
I'm unprepared to die
She never spoke another word
I only beat her more
Until the ground around me
Within her blood did flow.

I took her by her golden curls
And I drug her 'round and 'round
Throwing her into the river
That flows through Knoxville town
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl
With the dark and roving eyes
Go down, go down, you Knoxville girl
You can never be my bride.

I started back to Knoxville
Got there about midnight
My mother she was worried
And woke up in a fright
Saying, ""Dear son, what have you done
To bloody your clothes so?""
I told my anxious mother
I was bleeding at my nose.

I called for me a candle
To light myself to bed
I called for me a handkerchief
To bind my aching head
Rolled and tumbled the whole night through
As troubles was for me
Like flames of hell around my bed
And in my eyes could see.

They carried me down to Knoxville
And put me in a cell
My friends all tried to get me out
But none could go my bail
I'm here to waste my life away
Down in this dirty old jail
Because I murdered that Knoxville girl
The girl I loved so well.

Note. Based on the old English Ballad of the Wexford Girl
Recorded by The Louvin Brothers ~

also check-out..The Cruel Miller_

finally murder in the third degree ~

                    

murder two ~

                     

murder 1 ~

                    

& goodnight and good-bye ~

                   

The Shankill Butchers ride tonight
You better shut your windows tight
They're sharpening their cleavers and their knives
And taking all their whiskey by the pint

'Cause everybody knows
If you don't mind your mother's words
A wicked wind will blow
Your ribbons from your curls

Everybody moan
Everybody shake
The Shankill Butchers wanna catch you awake

They used to be just like me and you
They used to be sweet little boys
But something went horribly askew
Now killing is their only source of joy

'Cause everybody knows
If you don't mind your mother's words
A wicked wind will blow
Your ribbons from your curls

Everybody moan
Everybody shake
The Shankill Butchers wanna catch you awake

The Shankill Butchers on the rise
They're waiting 'til the dead of night
They're picking at their fingers with their knives
And wiping off their cleavers on their thighs

'Cause everybody knows
If you don't mind your mother's words
A wicked wind will blow
Your ribbons from your curls

Everybody moan
Everybody shake
The Shankill Butchers wanna catch you
The Shankill Butchers wanna cut you

The Shankill Butchers wanna catch you awake)                  

               

Blind Blake Higgs - Jones Oh Jones

                     

Jones, Oh Jones [Spoken] Yes, friends, and now, from the Royal Victorian Hotel, in Nassau, in the Bahamas, we bring you Blind Blake and his Royal Victorian Calypsos.

Friends, I had a pal by the name of Jones and his idea sure was wrong, I took old Jones for my personal pal, don't you see what Jones has done? Now, Jones, he hang around like a hungry hound, took my woman and left this town. Now I wonder if anybody in here can tell me if you seen old Jones.
Jones, Oh, Jones, boy, you know you can't last long, Jones, Oh, Jones, you better bring my woman back home. Got a four-foot daniel with me , gonna buy me a Gatling gun, If I ever meet you, Jones, Ain't gonna be no use to run Got the high sheriff with me, the undertaker, too --here's a student doctor offered me money for you, I'm going to keep you for myself, keep you dead and buried, Gonna dig you up for fun , sit down and watch the buzzards pick the meat off your bones, Gonna find my weddin' butcher, chop you through and through, chop you into piece just big enough for stewin' , And when I get through, everbody's going to moan, Jones, Oh, Jones.
Jones, Oh, Jones, boy, you know you can't last long, Jones, Oh, Jones, you better bring my woman back home. 'Cause I tried a little gal by the name of Sue, I took her home with me but that gal, she wouldn't do, Tried another gal by the name of May, Took her home with me but that gal, she wouldn't stay, Tried another gal by the name of Minnie, She couldn't love one man because she loves a-plenty, Jones had told me, [doc?] he was my personal pal, That son-of-a-bum went and stole away my gal, I even take him to my place, give him room to stay, But that son-of-a-bum took my gal and run away, I'm running up and down the town, looking for that bum, If I ever meet you, Jones, I'm going to give the buzzards fun, Got the [?] with me, the undertaker, too- Here's a student doctor offered me money for you, I'm going to keep you for myself, keep you dead and buried, Gonna dig you up for fun, sit down and watch the buzzards pick the meat off your bones, Gonna hire my weddin' butcher, chop you through and through, chop you into pieces just big enough for stewin' , And when I get through, everbody's going to moan, Jones, Oh, Jones.
Jones, Oh, Jones, boy, you know you can't last long, Jones, Oh, Jones, you better bring my woman back home. Got a four-foot daniel with me, gonna buy me a Gatling gun, If I ever meet you, Jones, I'm gonna give the buzzards fun, Got the [?] with me, the undertaker, too --here's a student doctor offered me money for you, I'm going to keep you for myself, keep you dead and buried, Gonna dig you up for fun, sit down and watch the buzzards pick the meat off your bones, Gonna hire my weddin' butcher, chop you through and through, chop you into piece just big enough for stewin', And when I get through, everbody's going to moan, Jones, Oh, Jones...ENJOY