Drunken Hearted Man (Robert Johnson)

similar to "Jefferson County Blues" (Weavil Jackson, 1926, Vocalion 1057)

for this titel also Rüdiger Feuerbach is registered for the copyright [GEMA]

Sources:

Gissing, Werner: Mississippi Delta Blues: Formen und Texte von Robert Johnson (1911-1938). (Beiträge zur Jazzforschung. Studies in Jazz Research). Graz, 1986

Sheet Music:

King of Spades Music

Recordings:

1937 - Robert Johnson - Dallas, Texas - June 20, 1937 - (2 takes, take 1 first released on Kokomo K1000, take 2 on Columbia C30034) - Robert Johnson (voc, g)

1994 - Malcolm Scarpa, Naco GoNi & Los Jokers - on: Doin' our Kind

2000 - Peter Green - on: Hot Foot Powder

2001 - Peter Green Splinter Group - on: Me & the Devil

 

 

 

 

 

Verison take 1:

I'm a drunken hearted man,
My life seem so misery.
I'm a drunken hearted man,
My life seem so misery,
And if I could change my way of livin',
It could n' mean so much to me.

I been dogged and I been driven,
Ever since I left my mother's home.
I been dogged and I been driven,
Ever since I left my mother's home.
And I can't see no reason why,
That I can't leave these no-goods womens alone.

My father died and left me,
My poor mother done the best that she could.
My father died and left me,
My poor mother done the best she could.
Every man like that game you call love,
But it don't mean no man no good.

Now, I'm the drunken hearted man,
And sin was the cause of it all.
(spoken: Oh, play 'em now)
I'm a drunken hearted man,
And sin was the cause of it all.
And the day that you get weak for no-good women,
That's the day that you bound to fall.

Version take 2:

I'm a drunken hearted man,
My life seem to misery.
I'm the poor drunken hearted man,
My life seem so misery.
And if I coul only change my way of livin',
It could n' mean so much to me.

I been dogged and I been driven,
Ever since I left my mother's home.
I been dogged and I been driven,
Ever since I left my mother's home,
And I can't see the reason why,
That I can't leave these no-good womens alone.

My poor father died and left me,
And mymother done the best she could.
My poor father died and left me,
And my mother done the best that she could.
Every man love that game you call love,
But it don't mean no man no good.

I'm the poor drunken hearted man,
And sin was the cause of it all.
I'm a poor drunken hearted man,
And sin was the cause of it all.
But the day you get weak for no-good women,
That's the day that you surely fall.