FORGETT'N YO NAME: FOLK VERSION

THIS SONG I HAVE WRITTEN IN TRIBUTE TO THE CRAFTSMANSHIP OF ALL OF THE GREAT BLUESMEN OF AMERICAN HISTORY... THROUGH THEIR STORYTELLING THE CONDITION OF THE BLACK AMERICAN MAN HAS BEEN DOCUMENTED.  WELL BEFORE BLACK MEN COULD HOPE TO AUTHOR A  BOOK THEY TOUCHED THE LIVES OF THOUSANDS THROUGH THE GENTLENESS AND SHARPNESS OF THEIR MUSIC...

 

So you is taking numbuh’s baby?

Better dust off my bad book,

I cain’t keep you from cheat’n

you cain’t keep me from get’n a look,

But I stayed beside you

All the time you wuz sick and out of work,

 

If dhey’s one truth n’ dis life

Dhat’d be awl things will change,

They’s one truth that I do know

Everything surely do change,

Even love th’a  once was  strong

One day dhat love may go away,

 

I marked it down baby, huuh!

Put d’hat one notch on our bed,

Baby I ain’t yo clown, yeah! yeah!

I see’s only one color,  n’ dha’ts red,

dhat’s him lay’n on my pil-low

Yes it should have been my head,

 

I understand dhat you a man

O’ I know whut dhat mean,

Gotta get it whiyle you can, brotha

Dhat don’t got nutt’n t’uh do with me,

Naw you can blame it on what yo drink’n

N’ dha’t def-nly af-fect whut y’awl see,

 

How many men d’uh you need…  Oooh!

T’uh make you feel like a man?  (caint say I really want to know)

Guess I got to take a numbuh

T’uh get into yo bizzie plan,

So since we’z tak’ n numbuhs

I know dhat you will understand,

 

I gave you a taste of d’uh city

N’spite o’ yo cun-try ways,

But you ain’t got enough money

To play this game,

So im gown leave you wheyeh I found ya,

An ima fowgit yo name…..

 

FIN

 

Written by BigdaddyBlues/AKA David Vollin