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– You know him? sade Maxine. Han var på Howard i
Washington D.C. men brukade komma upp och
lyssna. På mig med.
Och nu fyllde hon in:
I talked to a fellow, an’ the fellow say,
”She jes’ catch hold of us, somekindaway.
She sang Backwater Blues one day:
It rained fo’ days an’ de skies was dark as night,
Trouble taken place in de lowlands at night.
Thundered an’ lightened an’ the storm begin to roll
Thousan’s of people ain’t got no place to go.
Den I went an’ stood upon some high ol’ lonesome hill,
An’ looked down on the place where I used to live.
An’ den de folks, dey natchally bowed dey heads an’ cried,
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