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Once I lived the life of a millionaire, Spent all my money, I just did not care. Took all my friends out for a good time, Bought bootleg whisky, champagne and wine.
Then I began to fall so low, Lost all my good friends, I did not have nowhere to go. I get my hands on a dollar again, I'm gonna hang on to it till that eagle grins.
'Cause no, no, nobody knows you When you're down and out. In your pocket, not one penny, And as for friends, you don't have any.
When you finally get back up on your feet again, Everybody wants to be your old long-lost friend. Said it's mighty strange, without a doubt, Nobody knows you when you're down and out.
'Cause no, no, nobody knows you When you're down and out. In your pocket, not one penny, And as for friends, you don't have any.
When you finally get back upon your feet again, Everybody wants to be your good old long-lost friend. Said it's mighty strange, without a doubt, Nobody knows you when you're down and out.
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This little song that I'm singin' about, People, you know that it's true, If you're black and gotta work for livin', Now, this is what they will say to you, They says: "If you was white, You'd be alright, If you was brown, Stick around, But as you's black, oh, brother, Get back, get back, get back."
I was in a place one night, They was all havin' fun, They was all buyin' beer and wine, But they would not sell me none. They said: "If you was white, You'd be alright, If you was brown, Stick around, But as you's black, oh, brother, Get back, get back, get back."
I went to an employment office, I got a number and I got in line, They called everybody's number, But they never did call mine. They said: "If you was white, You'd be alright, If you was brown, Stick around, But as you's black, oh, brother, Get back, get back, get back."
Me and a man workin' side by side, This is what it meant, They was payin' him a dollar an hour And they was payin' me fifty cent. They said: "If you was white, You'd be alright, If you was brown, Stick around, But as you's black, oh, brother, Get back, get back, get back."
I helped build the country, And I fought for it too, Now, I guess that you can see, What a black man have to do. They says: "If you was white, You's alright, If you was brown, Stick around, But as you's black, oh, brother, Get back, get back, get back."
I helped win sweet victory, With my little plow and hoe, Now, I want you to tell me, brother, What you gonna do 'bout the old Jim Crow? Now, if you is white, You's alright, If you's brown, Stick around, But if you's black, Hmm, hmm, brother, Get back, get back, get back.
Enregistrée live au Folk Club de Cahors, cette chanson, si courageuse et
émouvante, de Big Bill Broonzy affiche "Frenchie" Degre à l'harmonica, et "Coco"
Correch à la contrebasse.
Une traduction en français n'est pas encore disponible pour cette chanson.
Have you seen the old man in the closed-down market Kicking up the paper, with his worn out shoes? In his eyes you see no pride and held loosely at his side Yesterday's paper telling yesterday's news.
So how can you tell me you're lonely, And say for you that the sun don't shine? Let me take you by the hand, And lead you through the streets of London I'll show you something to make you change your mind.
Have you seen the old girl who walks the streets of London Dirt in her hair and her clothes in rags? She's no time for talking, she just keeps right on walking Carrying her home in two carrier bags.
Chorus
In the all night café at a quarter past eleven, Same old man is sitting there on his own Looking at the world over the rim of his tea-cup, Each tea last an hour then he wanders home alone.
Chorus
And have you seen the old man outside the seaman's mission Memory fading with the medal ribbons that he wears. In our winter city, the rain cries a little pity For one more forgotten hero and a world that doesn't care …
Cette chanson emouvante décrivait à l'origine
les clochards de Paris, ou Ralph McTell bossait en chantant
pour les lignes d'attentes devant les cinémas à
l'époque qu'il l'a commencé. Cette version était
enregistrée au Folk Club de Cahors en 2009.
I got the blues from my baby, left me by the San Francisco Bay. This big ocean liner took her so far away. I didn't mean to treat her so bad, she was the best girl I ever had. When she said good-bye, she made me cry, I'm gonna lay right down and die.
Well, I ain't got a nickel and I ain't got a lousy dime. If she don't come back I think I'm gonna lose my mind. If she ever comes back to stay, it's gonna be another brand new day, Just walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay.
Sittin' here lookin’ in my back door wondering which way to go That woman I'm so crazy about, she don't love me no more. Lord, I think I'll grab a freight train, get the foreign feeling blues, Ride all the way to the end of the line thinking only of you.
Staying here in the big city, just about to go insane Thought I heard my baby the way she used to call my name. If she ever comin' back to stay well, that'll be another brand new day Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay
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