Текст песни Pickpocket Blues - Bessie Smith
My
best
man,
my
best
friend
Told
me
to
stop
peddlin'
gin
They
even
told
me
to
keep
my
hands
Out
of
people's
pocket
where
their
money
was
in
But
I
wouldn't
listen
or
have
any
shame
Long
as
someone
else
would
take
the
blame
Now
I
can
see
it
all
come
home
to
me
I'm
sittin'
in
the
jailhouse
now
I
mean,
I'm
in
the
jailhouse
now
I
done
stop
runnin'
around
with
this
one
And
these
good
lookin'
browns
Any
time
you
see
me,
I
was
good
time
bound
With
this
one,
that
one,
most
all
in
town
I'm
in
the
jailhouse
now
I'm
sittin'
in
the
jailhouse
now
I'm
sittin'
in
the
jailhouse
now
I
mean,
I'm
in
the
jailhouse
now
I
done
stop
runnin'
around
With
all
of
my
good
lookin'
browns
Any
time
you
see
me,
I
was
good
time
bound
With
this
one,
that
one,
most
all
in
town
I'm
in
the
jailhouse
now
I'm
sittin'
in
the
jailhouse
now
1 Red Mountain Blues
2 Golden Rule Blues
3 Lonesome Desert Blues
4 Them "Has Been" Blues
5 Squeeze Me
6 What's the Matter Now
7 I Want Every Bit of It
8 Jazzbo Brown From Memphis Town
9 The Gin House Blues
10 Money Blues
11 Baby Doll
12 Hard Driving Papa
13 Lost Your Head Blues
14 Hard Time Blues
15 Honey Man Blues
16 One and Two Blues
17 Young Woman's Blues
18 Preachin' the Blues
19 Back Water Blues
20 After You've Gone
21 Alexander's Ragtime Band
22 Muddy Water (A Mississippi Moan)
23 There'll Be a Hot Time in the Old Town Tonight
24 Trombone Cholly
25 Send Me To The 'Lectric Chair
26 Them's Graveyard Words
27 Hot Springs Blues
28 Sweet Mistreater
29 Lock and Key
30 Mean Old Bedbug Blues
31 A Good Man Is Hard To Find
32 Homeless Blues
33 Looking for My Man Blues
34 Dyin' by the Hour
35 Foolish Man Blues
36 Thinking Blues
37 Pickpocket Blues
38 I Used to Be Your Sweet Mama
39 I'd Rather Be Dead and Buried in My Grave
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