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CIGARETTE BLUES Armenta Chatmon (aka Bo Carter) Bo Carter (vocal & guitar) rec Feb 20th 1936 New Orleans Come over here, sweet baby, 'cause I'm all alone, Haven't got nobody just to carry my smokin' on! Won't you just draw my cigarette, Smoke it, dear, all night long! Just draw my cigarette, baby, Until you make my good ashes come! Now I go up the country just to get my cigarettes boil, The women 'round this place gonna let my cigarette spoil! Won't you just smoke my cigarette, Draw it, dear, all night long! Just draw my cigarette, baby, Until you make my good ashes come! Oh come over here, sweet baby, just to get my ashes haul; Lord, the women at th'other place gonna let my ashes fall! Won't you just draw my cigarette, Smoke it, dear, all night long! Just draw my cigarette, baby, Until you make my good ashes come! Here's one thing I want you to know, 'fore you leave from home, My cigarette ain't too big and you know it ain't too long! Won't you just draw my cigarette, Smoke it, dear, all night long! Just draw my cigarette, baby, Until you make my good ashes come! (Transcribed by Peter Akers - September 2012)

    


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