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Paul Fort (Canzone du vrai de vrai / Portraits sur le sable)

Black girl

 

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Black girl, black girl, dont'lie to me,

Tell me where did you sleep last night ?

In the pines, in the pines where the sun never shines

And I shivered the whole night through.

 

Black girl, black girl, where will you go ?

I'm goin' where the cold wind clows,

In the pines, ...

 

My husband was a railroad man

Killed a mile and half from there.

His head was found in the driver's wheel

And his body haven't never been found.

 

Black girl, black girl, where will you go ?

I'm goin' where the cold wind clows,

In the pines, ...

 

You caused me to weep and you caused me to moan

You caused me to leave my home.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Leadbelly fut l'un des premiers à chanter ce blues traditionnel dont l’auteur reste inconnu.