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Poor White Folks [Instrumental]


Uncle Pen Album
By Bill Monroe & His Bluegrass Boys

The entire album is 'Instrumental'. These include tracks:
1.
Listen to a spin
Make it into the shape
You want it in

Earth and fire and wind conspire
With human hands, and love, and fire

Words and Music by Bill
July 21st 1939, Chicago, Illinois
Album: Sonny Boy Williamson 'The Blues'
Chicago 1937-1945 by Fremeaux & Associates #FA 253 
Transcriber:
Reverend Bill Funderburk sings "He Cared That Much For Me"
Charles Surratt introduces his own composition "On Calvary For Me"
"The Joy of Knowing
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

When the snow falls on Christmas Eve,
And everything's white
I sit by the window,
And remember another night
harmonica
Chicago July 30, 1942
With Blind John Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Alfred Elkins - imb
Album: 'Sugar Mama'
The Essential Recordings
Bill Broonzy - guitar
Ransom Knowling - sbass, Judge Riley - drums
Album Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19, 1945 - November 12, 1947
Document
Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - guitar
Willie Dixon sbass and Charles Saunders - drums
March 28, 1947
Album: Complete Recorded Works Vol 5
October 19,
[Chorus - repeat 2X]
What's Wrong With Bill - Inspired by swords that kill
Coldhearted, how can a person be taught to feel?
Thoughts concealed by
the hood, or maybe you have a flat
'Cause you should have been here by now
By now

We could be happy with the finest wine
I?ll sing to you all of the time
to saddle up the Tontos cause I'm the Lone Ranger
I eat dinner with Jews but don't talk to strangers
I'm just a few albums from filling your disc changer
If
[Chorus] 
(I'm comin'.) 
How ya comin', baby? 
(I'm comin'.) 
This is how I'm comin'. 

The album that I'm comin' with is rough, the flavor's mean.
Davis - piano, Big Bill Broonzy - gtr, Alfred Elkins imbass
Album: Vol. 4 Document Records DOCD5058
Transcriber: Awcantor@aol.com



(harmonica intro)
When flav' starts to get busy
Grabbin' the mic and they say who is he
Cock deezal breakdown like bill bixbie
When I think, yo I think in three
I was staring a hole through CMT
Watchin' everybody else who'd been waitin' for me
I thought by now I'd been a household name
After all I had, if
y'all don't stop me
See a stampede of fake cats
Runnin from bill cosby
What does he gotta do wit you doin you?
Y'all know what?
Dj lord gimme that cut
ain't got me
Yet so y'all don't stop me
See a stampede of fake cats
Runnin' from Bill Cosby
What does he gotta do with you doin' you?
Y'all know
*taken from The Boomtown Rats debut album
*written by Bob Geldof
*music arranged by The Boomtown Rats
Ayo, I break bread, ribs, hundred dollar bills
Peel on Ducatis and other four wheels
Write a book full of medicine and generate mills
Tour the album
fake it,to make it
If my album went gold I'd still be the greatest
Back in the days I would get caught for trulency
But now I'm puttin' money back in
Yea, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothing, to all the people that lived above the
Buildings that I
Yea, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothing, to all the people that lived above the
Buildings that I
Yea, this album is dedicated to all the teachers that told me
I'd never amount to nothing, to all the people that lived above the
Buildings that I
Ratin latent, and perpetratin 

My album's love mics, tough like dirt bikes 

You get frantic, New York City, run and panic 

California, I switch
New York City, we piss in it, we live in it 
We die, we all take shits in it 

[Kool Keith] 
There's a million albums out there with that opera