lundi 1 avril 2013

YOU GOTTA TO MOVE DE FRED McDOWELL PAR J'EN-AI-ASSEZ!




You got to move

 You got to move

 You got to move, child

 You got to move

 But when the Lord

 Gets ready

 You got to move

 

You may be high

 You may be low

 You may be rich, child

 You may be po'

 But when the Lord gets ready

 You've got to move

 

You see that woman

 That walk the street

 You see the policeman

 Out on his beat

 But when the Lord gets ready

 You got to move

 

You got to move

 You got to move

 You've got to move, child

 You've got to

 But when the Lord gets ready
 You got to move.

HOBO BLUES DE JOHN LEE HOOKER PAR J'EN-AI-ASSEZ!





 
When I first thought to hobo
I took a freight train to be my friend. Oh Lord
You know I hobo
Hobo a long, long way from home.
Oh Lord
 
Yes, I did. Long time ago.
 
I left home in the morning
My mother followed me down,
to the freight train yard.
Oh Lord
 
She said : «My son is gone
Take care of my child.
Travelling far away
Working hard all day».
Oh Lord
 
Next time I start to hobo
My babe will be by my side
My life will not be so long,
My day won’t be so blue
Oh Lord
 
 
I hobo no more
The freight train is no more my home
I hobo no more
Oh Lord