voltou a chuva - e um pequeno (grande) azul de jay bee.



slow down, slow down

let JB step on board

i just wanna ride your train

one time before you go

you’r ‘bout the sweetest little girl

i believe i ever seen

and if i had you by my side

it would mean so much to me

i been a hobo, i been a hobo

mind you, all of my life

don’t matter world i go

i’m never satisfied

slow down, slow down

let me step on board

i just wanna ride your train

one time before you go

gosto imenso deste grande azul de jay bee, em que num lamento recorda a sua infância pobre no mississippi rural.

Lord why was I born in Mississippi,


when it's so hard to get ahead


Every black child born in Mississippi


you know the poor child is born dead



When he came into the world,

the doctor spank him, the black baby cry


Everybody thought he had a life


and that's why the black baby died



He will never speak his language


the poor baby will never speak his mind


The poor child will never know his mind


why in the world he's so poor



Lord why was I born in Mississippi


when it's so hard to get ahead


Every black child born in Mississippi


you know the poor child was born dead

de j. b. lenoir sabe-se que nasceu no mississippi, iniciou a carreira em new orleans e se mudou para chicago. 
sabe-se também que tocou com muita gente famosa e que morreu de ataque cardíaco aos trinta e oito anos, alegadamente na sequência de um desastre de automóvel sofrido uns dias antes, mas não se sabe o que estaria 
na ideia dos seus pais quando o baptizaram mesmo com esse nome, j. b. – um dos raros casos em que foram aceites 
iniciais como nome próprio.

Get me one more shot bartender, just before I go

Well, get me one more shot bartender, just before I go

I have had my fun and I don't feel well no more

Well, get me one more shot, get me one more shot

Get me one more shot, get me one more shot

Well, get me one more shot and I'll knock my own self out

Well, if I'm going down let me go down playing my part

If I'm going down let me go down playing my part

If I have me one more shot I will knock my own self out

Hey bartender, where have you been?

I need a shot of whiskey and I need a shot of gin

Just get me one more shot and I'll knock my own self out

já aqui falei de j. b. lenoir (cujo nome muita gente pronuncia "à francesa", como "le-noahr", mas que o próprio dizia ser "la-nohr"), que desapareceu precocemente. 
este azul de cinquenta e quatro veio a ser adoptado por muita gente do rock e tornou-se um standard do rock&roll.




Mama, mama please talk to your daughter 'bout me
Mama, mama please talk to your daughter 'bout me
She had made me to love her and I ain't gonna leave her be

I ain't gonna stand no quitting and she won't dog me around
I ain't gonna stand no quitting and she won't dog me around
If she dogs me round she'll sleep six feet in the ground.

You should talk to your daughter
You should talk to your daughter
She had made me to love her and I ain't gonna leave her be

desaparecido precocemente aos trinta e oito anos, j. b. lenoir é autor de inúmeros azuis que se tornaram standards.
foi mesmo baptizado com o nome próprio de "j. b." e nunca se saberá o que os seus pais pretendiam com aquelas iniciais.
gosto de pensar que poderia ser "just blues".



I never will go back to Alabama, that is not the place for me
You know they killed my sister and my brother,
and the whole world let them peoples go down there free

I never will love Alabama, Alabama seem to never have loved poor me
Oh God I wish you would rise up one day,
lead my peoples to the land of pea'

My brother was taken up for my mother, and a police officer shot him down
I can't help but to sit down and cry sometime,
think about how my poor brother lost his life

Alabama, Alabama, why you wanna be so mean
You got my people behind a barbwire fence,
now you tryin' to take my freedom away from me