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jelly roll morton - the story of alabama bound lyrics

when i was down on the gulf coast, in nineteen-four, i
missed going to the st. louis exposition, to get in a
piano contest, which was won by alfred wilson of new
orleans. i was very much disgusted because i thought i
should have gone. i thought tony jackson was gonna be
there, and of course that kind of frightened me. but i
knew i could have taken, er, alfred wilson.

so then i decided that i would, er, travel about
different little spots. of course i was down in biloxi,
mississippi, during the time. i used to often freq . .
. er, frequent, er, the flat top, which was nothin’ but
a old honky tonk, where nothin’ but the blues were
played. there was fellas around played the blues like
brocky johnny, skinny head pete . . . old florida sam
and tricky sam, and that bunch.

what did they play?

why, they just played just ordinary blues — the real
lowdown blues, honky tonk blues.

what are the names of some of ‘em?

well, for an instant, er, brocky johnny used to say,
er, sing a tune something like this. the t-tle was, er:

[recited]

“all you gals better get out and walk,
because he’s gonna start his dirty talk.”

[inaudible comments]

that’s right.

so we happened to truck down to, er, mobile. at that
time i was supposed to be a very good pool player. and
i could slip upon a lot of people playing pool, because
i’d played piano and they thought i devoted all my time
to the piano. so we gotten alabama bound. and the
frequent saying was, any place that you was goin’, why,
you was supposed to be bound for that place. so in
fact, we was alabama bound, and when i got there i
wrote this tune called “alabama bound.” it goes this
way:

i’m alabama bound,
alabama bound,
if you like me, sweet baby,
you gotta leave this town.

when that rooster crowed,
when the hen ran around,
if you want my love, sweet babe,
you’ve got to run me down.

she said, “don’t you leave me here,
don’t leave me here,
but, sweet papa, if you just must go,
leave a dime for beer.”

i said, “sweet mama babe,
sweet mama babe,
if you must stay,
i’ll be gone for days and days.”

- jelly roll morton lyrics

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