Scrapper Blackwell feat. Leroy Carr - Eleven Twenty-Nine Blues Lyrics

Lyrics Eleven Twenty-Nine Blues - Scrapper Blackwell , Leroy Carr

She ain't good‑looking, but the good gal do go clean

And I'm crazy about my baby, though she is so mean

My gal got arrested, and they put her in the county jail

They fined her eleven twenty‑nine, and they even allowed her no bail

Now I'm going to see that judge, and talk to him myself

Tell him that he sent my gal to the county road, and left me by myself

Now I never felt so sorry, till the people walked down the lane

And my heart struck sorrow, when they called my good gal's name

And I heard the jailor say hello, prisoners all fall in line

I'm also talking about that

Long‑chain woman, that got eleven twenty‑nine

I've got the blues so bad, that I just can't rest

I'm going to ask that jailor, can I do my good gal's time myself

Writer(s): Clarence Williams, W Calaway

Album Rocks In My Bed

date of release

19-06-2016

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2 Hustlers Blues
3 Evil Hearted Woman
4 When The Sun Goes Down
5 Six Cold Feet In The Ground
6 Southbound Blues
7 Bad Luck All The Time
8 Tight Time Blues
9 Arlena
10 Muddy Water
11 Ain t It A Shame
12 Bo Bo Stomp
13 You ve Got Me Grieving
14 I Believe I ll Make A Change
15 Hard Hearted Papa
16 Florida Bound Blues
17 Just A Rag
18 Longing For My Sugar
19 Barrel House Woman No 2
20 You Left Me Crying
21 Broken Hearted Man
22 Rocks In My Bed
23 Black Gal What Makes Your Head So Hard
24 It s Too Short
25 The Stuff Is Here And It s Mellow
26 Shinin Pistol
27 Bread Baker
28 Suicide Blues
29 Rozetta Blues
30 Barrel House Woman
31 Lonesome Man Blues
32 Don t Start No Stuff
33 Eleven Twenty-Nine Blues
34 Cruel Woman Blues
35 Church House Blues
36 Going Back Home
37 My Good For Nothin Gal
38 Good Woman Blues
39 Black Wagon Blues
40 George Street Blues

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