Garlic Blues - Helen Humes, with Sylvester Weaver & Walter Beasley,
Weaver, A position in standard tuning, Beasley, Spanish tuning with a slide.
NOTE: Helen Humes pronounces "vow" in the first verse with a long "o" sound, as in "note".
My man, he eats garlic, says it's too good for his sore throat
My man, he eats garlic, says it's too good for his sore throat
Smells just like a Dago, ordering him a brush, I'd vow
Breath as strong as Samson, tell the world it sure is loud
Breath as strong as Samson, tell the world it sure is loud
I can find my Daddy in 'most any big crowd
Went out in the forest, met a polecat in the lane
Went out in the forest, met a polecat in the lane
Grinned upon that kitten, poor old thing, it went insane
Tells me it brings good luck, not with me, in any case
Tells me it brings good luck, not with me, in any case
To me it's a disaster when he's snorin' in my face
When he goes around me, I've got a real gas mask
When he comes around me, I've got a real gas mask
If he starts to breathin', it's deadly as the German's gas
Garlic soup he loves it, mixed up with some Roquefort cheese
Garlic soup he loves it, mixed up with some Roquefort cheese
When he goes to slumber, in his dreams he has to sneeze
Weaver, A position in standard tuning, Beasley, Spanish tuning with a slide.
NOTE: Helen Humes pronounces "vow" in the first verse with a long "o" sound, as in "note".
My man, he eats garlic, says it's too good for his sore throat
My man, he eats garlic, says it's too good for his sore throat
Smells just like a Dago, ordering him a brush, I'd vow
Breath as strong as Samson, tell the world it sure is loud
Breath as strong as Samson, tell the world it sure is loud
I can find my Daddy in 'most any big crowd
Went out in the forest, met a polecat in the lane
Went out in the forest, met a polecat in the lane
Grinned upon that kitten, poor old thing, it went insane
Tells me it brings good luck, not with me, in any case
Tells me it brings good luck, not with me, in any case
To me it's a disaster when he's snorin' in my face
When he goes around me, I've got a real gas mask
When he comes around me, I've got a real gas mask
If he starts to breathin', it's deadly as the German's gas
Garlic soup he loves it, mixed up with some Roquefort cheese
Garlic soup he loves it, mixed up with some Roquefort cheese
When he goes to slumber, in his dreams he has to sneeze