Amazing tune, really, from an amazing guitarist. Sounds simple, but yet it isn’t.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=bsMpHHSLSlc
I’ve studied this song for a long time, and cannot get this phenomenal right hand rhythm string-slapping pattern down. Probably why Bukka White is a guitar god, and I am not.
Bonus: Poor Boy Long Way From Home, lap style.
httpv://www.youtube.com/watch?v=N0jRX69mxcE
And since I looked it up, since it is Booker T. Washington White’s hometown:
Aberdeen is a city in Monroe County in the U.S. state of Mississippi. The population was 6,415 at the 2000 census. It is the county seat of Monroe County.Located on the banks of the Tombigbee River, Aberdeen was one of the busiest Mississippi ports of the nineteenth century. Cotton was heavily traded in town, and for a time Aberdeen was Mississippi’s second largest city. Today Aberdeen retains many historic structures from this period, with over 200 buildings on the National Register of Historic Places. In the spring of each year, Aberdeen hosts pilgrimages to its historic antebellum homes. The most prominent of these antebellum homes is The Magnolias, which was built in 1850.
(click to continue reading Aberdeen, Mississippi – Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia.)
One version of the lyrics goes something like this (but not the song above, some is the same, not all):
I was over in Aberdeen
On my way to New Orlean
I was over in Aberdeen
On my way to New Orlean
Them Aberdeen women told me
Will buy my gasoline
Hey, two little women
That I ain’t ever seen
They has two little women
That I ain’t never seen
These two little women
Just from New Orlean
Ooh, sittin’ down in Aberdeen
With New Orlean on my mind
I’m sittin’ down in Aberdeen
With New Orlean on my mind
Well, I believe them Aberdeen women
Gonna make me lose my mind, yeah
(Slide guitar & washboard)
Aber-deen is my home
But the mens don’t want me around
Aberdeen is my home But the men don’t want me around
They know I will take these women
An take them outta town
Listen, you Aberdeen women
You know I ain’t got no dime
Oh-oh listen you women
You know’d I ain’t got no dime
They been had the po’ boy
All up and down.