"Mr Tyree" - Please Give Me My Pardon To Go
Mid- 1930's field recording -10-17800 Side 1 - Item 1 from the
Lawrence Gellert collection at the Archives of Traditional Music,
Indiana University Bloomington
Lawrence Gellert 's field recording of “Mr. Tyree,” at Bellwood Convict Labor Camp, near Atlanta Georgia USA is one of the most outstanding guitar blues recordings in his archive.
Lawrence Gellert recounted, “Tyree” meant “tyrant” to his African American informants.
"Mr. Tyree," Mid 1930’s Lyrics, Vocals, & Acoustic Guitar: Performance by an unnamed prisoner at Bellwood Prison Camp, Atlanta, Georgia, as recorded by Lawrence Gellert.
Tyree, Mr Tyree, Please give me my pardon to go
Aint got a damn whip, but I want this sight no mo
Mr Tyree, please give me my pardon to go
If you let me out of Bellwoods
I won’t return no mo
Early this morning, just about the break of day
Tyree gives me a pick and shovel, had to pass my time away
Mr Tyree, please give me my pardon to go
If you let me out of Bellwoods
I won’t return no mo
Tyree, Tyree, don’t whip my woman so hard
Tyree, Tyree, don’t whip my woman so hard
And she’s nothing but a piano player
Plays like she never had a job
Early this morning, bout the break of day
Take my wife lord, and carried on her way
Cause it was Tyree, please don’t be so mean
Lord you’re the worst old prison guard
Worst that I’ve ever seen
Said nice Judge, oh jury, don’t be so hard
I’m nothing but a true man, never had no cookie Jar
Mr Tyree, Please give me my pardon to go
Now if you just let me out of Bellwoods
I won’t return no mo
Early one morning, when the blues kept moanin down
Saved me baby, and stayed with me all night long
Mr Tyree, Please give me my pardon to go
And I did that be out of Bellwoods
I won’t return no mo
10 сен 2024
