Paramount Records #12951
March 1930 Geeshie Wiley:
"Last Kind Words" / "Skinny Leg Blues"

Last Kind Words Blues  
by Geechie Wiley 

(Guitar Intro) 

The last kind word I heard my daddy say 
Lord the last kind word I heard my daddy say 

If I die, if I die in the German War 
I want you to send my body, send it to my mother-in-law 

If I get killed, if I get killed, please don.t bury my (soul) (sword) 
I (p.fer) just leave me out, let the buzzards eat me whole 

When you see me comin., look .cross the (rich man.s) (Richland) field 
If I don.t bring you flour, I.ll bring you (?) 

(Guitar Solo) 

I went to the depot, I looked up at the sign 
Cry some train don.t come, there.ll be some walkin. done 

My momma told me, just before she died 
Lord, (since the dawn, I thought you.d be so wise) (I brought you a piece of ?) 

The Mississippi River, you know it.s deep and wide 
I can stand right here, see my (babe) (face) from the other side 

What you do to me baby, it never gets out of me 
I believe I'll see you, after I cross the deep blue sea 

Obviously, this song is about a guy that went off to war in WWI. It's
interesting that he'd want his body sent to his mother-in-law and eaten
by buzzards. If anybody knows more than I do about WWI, maybe you could
help fill in the blanks, or give corrections? 

Paramount Records #12951
March 1930 Geeshie Wiley:
"Last Kind Words" / "Skinny Leg Blues"

Skinny Leg Blues 
by Geechie Wiley 

(Guitar Intro) 

And I'm a little bitty Mamma, baby and I ain't built for speed 
Cryin' I'm a little bitty Mamma, baby and I ain't built for speed 
Aah, and I ain't built for speed 
I've got everything that a little bitty Mamma need 

I've got little bitty legs, keep up those noble thighs,
I've got little bitty legs, keep up those noble thighs,
Aah, Keep up those noble thighs.
I've got somethin' underneath, and it works like a boar hog's eye.

And when you see me comin', pull down your window blind 
And when you see me comin', pull down your window blind 
You see me comin', pull down your window blinds 
So your next door neighbor, sure can hear you whine 

I'm gonna cut your throat baby, gon' look down in your face 
I'm gonna cut your throat babe, gon' look down in your face 
Aah, I'll look down in your face 
I'm gonna let some lonesome graveyard, be your restin' place 


This song is pretty brutal. Geechie seems to be saying that
I'm a cute little girl with whom you can copulate, and then
I'm going to kill you. I say that because I think the second
 verse is very sexual in nature; however, it's possible that
I'm missing some metaphors there that could be more threatening
than I could hear. Help me out on this one, would ya?  

Paramount Records #12977
March 1930
Elvie Thomas & Geeshie Wiley:
"Motherless Child Blues" / "Over to My House"

Paramount Records #13074
March 1931 Geeshie Wiley & Elvie Thomas:
"Pick Poor Robin Clean" / "Eagles On a Half"

• Geeshie Wiley & Elvie Thomas-Pick Poor Robin Clean
  

  Pick Poor Robin Clean 
  by Geechie Wiley and Elvie Thomas 
  
  Spoken: "Hello there, Geechie!" 
  "Hello there, Slack!
  "What are you doin' down here?" 
  "Oh I'm just down here tryin' to play these barn blues about Robin!"
  "Let me hear it, then!" 
  
  (Guitar Solo) 
  
  I picked poor Robin clean, I picked poor Robin clean 
  I picked his head, I picked his feet, I woulda picked his body but he wasn't fit to eat 
  But I picked poor Robin clean, picked poor Robin clean 
  And I'll be satisfied, having a family 
  
  Lord, in that Jaybird land, where I can pick poor Robin clean 
  Poor Robin clean, pick poor Robin clean 
  Lord, in that Jaybird land, where I can pick poor Robin clean 
  Then I'll be satisfied, having a family 
  
  (Guitar Solo) 
  
  Get off my money, and don't get funny 
  'Cos I'm a niggra don't cut no figure 
  Gamblin' for Sadie, she is my lady 
  And I'm a hustling coon, that's just what I am 
  
  You better pick poor Robin clean, pick poor Robin clean 
  Picked his head, picked his feet, I woulda picked his body but he wasn't fit to eat 
  But I picked poor Robin clean, picked poor Robin clean 
  And I'll be satisfied, having a family 
  
  Spoken: "Yeaah! Won't be long now!"
  
  (Guitar Solo) 
  
  Scat: Ahh, dah dah-dah-lah di-di-dah, dah dah-dah-lah dah dah 
  dah dah-dah, dah dah-dah dah 
  Ahh, dah dah-dah-lah di-di-dah, dah dah-dah-lah di-di-dah 
  dah dah-dah, dah dah-dah dah 
  
  Picked poor Robin clean, picked his head, picked his feet 
  I woulda picked a spider but he wasn't fit to eat 
  I picked poor Robin clean, picked poor Robin clean 
  Said I'll be satisfied, having a family