Washboard Sam
bucket s got a hole in it
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Oh, my bucket got a hole in it
Oh, my bucket got a hole in it
Oh, my bucket got a hole in it
Can't buy no beer
When you're walkin' down 31st Street
You had better look around
Police firin' squad is on their beat
An you'll be jailhouse bound
'Play it!'
They ain't-a standin' on the corner
Ev'rything was so slow
Can't make no money
Tricks ain't walkin' no mo'
'Oh, play it, boy'
Gonna start a new racket
Gonna start it out right
Gonna sell moonshine in the day
An peddle dope at night
Then if I can't make no money
Goin' a catch the Santa Fe
Goin'a drink good liquor
And let all women be.
'Pla-ay!'
- Album:
- Miscellaneous
- Washboard Sam Vol. 7 1942-1949
- She Belongs to the Devil
- The Washboard Sam Collection 1935-53, Vol. 2
- The Blues: A Smithsonian Collection of Classic Blues Singers
- Blues: La grande anthologie (1925 - 1962)
- Maximum Blues
- American Pop: An Audio History
- The Willie Dixon Story
- The Story of the Blues
- 100 Years of the Blues
- The No. 1 Blues Album Ever
- Black Diamond Express to Hell
- Good Blues Tonight - 25 Epic Tracks
- 100 Essential Blues Masters
- Voodoo Blues
- Country and Texas Blues
- Up Jumped the Devil
- Up Jumped the Devil: American Devil Songs 1920s-1950s
- Devil & Voodoo Blues