Victoria Spivey & Lonnie Johnson – Dope Head Blues

”Just give me one more sniffle
Another sniffle of that dope
Just give me one more sniffle
Another sniffle of that dope
I’ll catch a cow like a cowboy
And throw a bull without a rope

Doggone, I’ve got more money
Than Henry Ford or John D. ever had
Doggone, I’ve got more money
Than Henry Ford or John D. ever had
I bit a dog last Monday
And forty doggone dogs went mad

Feel like a fightin’ rooster
Feel better than I ever felt
Feel like a fightin’ rooster
Feel better than I ever felt
Got double pneumonia
And still I think I got the best health

Say, Sam
Go get my airplane and drive it up to my door
Oh, Sam, go get my airplane
And driii-ve it to my door
I think I’ll fly to London
These monkey men makes mama sore

The president sent for me
The Prince of Wales is on my trail
The president sent for me
The Prince of Wales is on my trail
They worry me so much
I’ll take another sniff and put them both in jail”

Luke Jordan – Cocaine Blues

Karu tarina 20-luvulta.

”Oh go on, gal, don’t you take me for no fool
I’m not gonna quit you, pretty mama, while the weather’s cool
Around your back door, oh honey, I’m gonna creep
As long as you make those two and a half a week

Now I got a girl, she works in the white folk’s yard
She brings me meal, I can swear she brings me lard
She brings me meat, she brings me lard
She brings me everything, I swear, that she can steal

Now Barn and Beale’s circus came to town,
They had an elephant looking good and brown
They did not know it was against the law
For the monk(ey) to stop at a five drugstore
Just around the corner, just a minute too late,
Another one’s standin’ at the big back gate
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine

I called my Cora, hey hey
She come on sniffin’ with her nose all sore,
The doctor swore (she’s) gonna smell no more
Sayin’, run doctor, ring the bell – the women in the alley
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine

Now the furniture man came to my house, it was last Sunday morn
He asked me was my wife at home and I told him she had long gone
He backed his wagon up to my door, took everything I had
He carried it back to the furniture store and I swear I did feel sad

What in the world has anyone got for dealing with the furniture man
If you got no dough, you stand no show, it’s certain he’ll back you back
He’ll take everything from an earthly plant, from a skillet to a frying pan
If ever there was a devil born without any horns,
It must have been a furniture man

I called my Cora, hey hey
She come on sniffin’ with her nose all sore,
Doctor swore (she’s) gonna smell no more
Sayin’ coke’s for horses, not women nor men
The doctor said it will kill you, but he didn’t say when
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine

Now the baby’s in the cradle in New Orleans, it kept a-whippin’ till it got so mean
It kept a-whippin had to fix it so (indecipherable)
Saying, run doctor, ring the bell – the women in the alley
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine

I called my Cora, hey hey
She come on sniffin’ with her nose all sore,
The doctor swore (she’s) gonna smell no more
Sayin’, run doctor, ring the bell – the women in the alley
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine”