| Clifton James — drums, Jerome Green — maracas & vocal
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| Otis Spann — piano. |
| Recorded October 1956, Chicago.
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| B0009231−02 Hipo Select (Geffen) 2007
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| Spoken Story:
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| I was drivin' home on the boulevard
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| Late one night, when I spied a guy over
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| On the corner, bummin' all alone.
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| Now, as I passed him by I heard him holler out, 'Hey! |
| '
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| I slowed down, see what he said
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| He hollers-a, 'A-by any chance are you goin' my way? |
| '
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| I say, 'Why sho' baby, hop on in and gimme a cigarette'
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| Just then he reached down in his pockets
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| And that was the moment I regret.
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| Sings:
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| He hollered, 'Reach for the sky'
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| I said, 'But I don’t understand, sir? |
| '
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| 'Don't try no monkey business
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| I’ve got a stopper in my hand'
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| Spoken:
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| And then, he says-a, 'A-look-here, you see this here
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| I got in my hand, this is a.38 pistol, built on a.45 frame
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| Shoots tombstone bullets and a ball and chain'.
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| He said, 'Now, I ain’t tryin' to shake you up'
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| (And I) 'But I just want you to know, if the cops
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| Start to crowd me any, you gon' be the first to go'
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| 'So, now look-here, don’t even look back
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| You just drive on just like ain’t nothin' happenin'
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| That’s what he told me. |
| He wouldn’t even let me look
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| Back at nothin'.
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| He say, 'When I get to that red light' he wanted me
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| To go to my left and then jump back to my right.
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| He says, 'Now-a, I want you to drive up in that alley.'
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| 'Uh-uh, not in that alley, that, that one over there'
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| 'And cool it behind that liquor sto' and keep a sharp
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| Lookout at all times while I sneak in that back do'.
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| That’s what he told me!
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| He say, 'Keep my foot on the gas and always
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| Be on guard, 'cause when he come runnin' out there
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| Wit' all that money, he wanted me to mash on it real hard!
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| He said, 'Now, don’t let him come out a-d'ere and find me
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| A-double-crossed' Because he’d murder when the heat’s on.
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| Sings:
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| Reach for the sky
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| I said, 'But I don’t understand, sir'
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| Don’t try no monkey business
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| I’ve got the stopper in my hand
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| Ooo-we, while I was sittin' there just s’ramblin'
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| A spotlight hit me dead in the face.
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| The cop pulled up behind me and said
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| 'Move up alittle bit, man, for we wanna take your place'
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| And then this guy come runnin' outta the sto'
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| With the money in his hand and said, 'Oh, there you are! |
| '
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| Ha, he made a mistake in the dark and ran and leaped
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| In the police car.
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| When they put the handcuffs on him
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| I said, 'Child, yo' crime have outgrew him'
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| And then they said, 'Yeah, we gonna' put him
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| So far back in jail this time, 'till they gonna have
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| To pump air into him. |