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BEALE STREET MAMA also rec by- Lucille Hegamin & her Blue Flame Syncopaters 1922 The Dixie Daisies 1923 Esther Bigeou - 1923 Bessie Smith - 1923 Arthur Gibbs & his Gang 1923 Thomas & Bernard - 1923 Shufflin' Phil w Ladd's Black Aces 1923 Ted Lewis & His Band (Instr.) - 1923 Fletcher Henderson & His Orch. (Instr.) - 1923 Cab Calloway & His Orch. - 1933 Bob Howard & His Boys (vocal: Bob Howard) - 1938 Zep Meissner & His Dixieland All-Stars - 1946 Sophie Tucker as recorded by Bessie Smith with The Down Home Trio April 11th 1923 New York Minnie Neale, Down in Beale, Give her papa the air; Left him cold, Got him told, Said she didn't care! Poor Joe, Her beau, Looked just like he would die! If you were near him, You would hear him Start his mournful cry. Beale Street papa, why don't you come back home? It isn't proper to leave your mama all alone. Sometimes I was cruel, that was true, But papa, you know mama never two-timed you! Boo-hoo, I'm blue, So how come you do me like you do? I'm cryin'! Beale Street papa, don't mess around with me, There's plenty pettin' that I can get in Tennessee! I still get my sweet cookies constantly, But not the kind you serve to me! So Beale Street papa, come back home. So how come you do me like you do? I'm cryin'! Beale Street papa, don't mess around with me, There's plenty pettin' that I can get in Tennessee! I bought a rifle, razor and a knife, A postal card can't save my life, So Beale Street papa, come back home. (Transcribed by Peter Akers - July 2015) __________________ As recorded by ESTHER BIGEOU with piano accompaniment by Clarence Williams: Mamie Neale, down in Beale Gave her papa the air Left him cold, got him told Like she didn't care Poor Joe, her beau Looked just like he would die And if you was near her You would hear her Sob this mournful cry Beale Street Papa Why don't you come back home It isn't proper to leave your Mama all alone Sometimes I was cruel, that's true But your sweet Mama never did two-time you Boo-hoo, I'm blue So how come you do me like you do I'm cryin'... Beale Street Papa I mean don't you mess around with me There's plenty petting I can get in Tennessee I get my lovin' constantly But not the kind you serve to me So please, please Papa, come back home (Piano Solo) Beale Street Papa I mean don't you mess around with me There's plenty petting I can get in Tennessee I bought a razor, rifle, rope and knife And if a postal card comes, baby, gonna save my life So please, please Papa, come back home ******************** As recorded by THOMAS & BERNARD (better known as Ernest Hare & Al Bernard): Say, gal, you gettin' high tone ain't'cha (Yeah, you said it, listen...) (I'm Mamie Neale, from down on Beale) You went and gave me the air Left me cold (I got you told that i didn't care) Oh! me (Yee-haa!) Feel just like I could die (When I'm near you) I feel so blue and I start to cry Beale Street Mama (Yeah?) Why don't you come back home (No!) Oh, it ain't proper to leave your papa all alone (Sometimes I was cruel, that's true) (But Pappy, your sweet Mama never two-timed you) Aah-hoo! I'm blue So how come you do me like you do (Quit cryin') Beale Street Mama Don't mess around with me (There's fancy pettin' that I can get in Tennessee) I still get my sweet cookies constantly (Yeah, but not the kind I serve to thee) That's right, Beale Street Mama, come back home (I'm Mamie Neale) You ain't real, you don't seem quite the same (Since I'm gone) I'm forlorn, life seems mighty tame I'm true to you (But, boy, you done me wrong, hear me statin') I'm still waitin', Mama, don't be long Beale Street Mama (Um-hmm?) Why don't you come back home (Uh-uh!) Oh, it ain't proper to leave your Papa all alone (You know, sometimes I was cruel, that's true) (But Papa, your sweet Mama never two-timed you) Aah-hoo! I'm blue So how come you do me like you do (Quit cryin') Beale Street Mama Don't mess around with me (There's fancy pettin' that I can get in Tennessee) I bought a razor, a rifle, a rope and a knife I'll post you the card, we'll save your life Beale Street Mama, come back home (Transcribed by Mel Priddle - June 2015)

    


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