6. Down the Dirt Road Blues Songtext
von Charley Patton

I′m goin' away to Illinois
I′m goin' away to Illinois
I'm worried now, but I won′t be worried long

My rider got somethin′, she's tryin′a keep it hid
My rider got somethin', she′s tryin'a keep it hid
Lord, I got somethin′ to find that somethin' with

I feel like choppin', chips flyin′ everywhere
I feel like choppin′, chips flyin' everywhere
I′ve been to the Nation, Lord, but I couldn't stay there


Some people say them oversea blues ain′t bad
(Why, of course they are)
Some people say them oversea blues ain't bad
(What was a-matter with ′em)
It must not a-been them oversea blues I had

Every day seem like murder here
(My God, I'm no sheriff)
Every day seem like murder here
I'm gonna leave tomorrow, I know you don′t bid my care

Can′t go down any dirt road by myself
Can't go down any dirt road by myself
(My Lord, who ya gonna carry?)
I don′t carry mine, gonna carry me someone else