Ξεκινάμε ένα ταξίδι στα μπλουζ [μεγάλης ή μικρής διάρκειας, θα δείξει] με τον “γεννήτορα” των μπλουζ του Δέλτα, Charley Patton, εδώ σε ηχογράφηση του 1929.

We start a journey to the blues [long distance or short, time will tell] with the “genitor” of the Delta Blues, Charley Patton, here on a 1929 recording.

I’m goin’ away to a world unknown
I’m goin’ away to world unknown
I’m worried now, but I won’t be worried long
My rider got somethin’, she’s tryin’ a keep it hid
My rider got somethin’, she’s tryin’ a keep it hid
Lord, I got somethin’ to find that somethin’ with
I feel like choppin’, chips flyin’ everywhere
I feel like choppin’, chips flyin’ everywhere
I been to the Nation, Lord, but I couldn’t stay there
Some people say them oversea blues ain’t bad
(Why, of course they are)
Some people say them oversea blues ain’t bad
(What was a-matter with ’em?)
It must not a-been them oversea blues I had
Every day seem like murder here
(My God, I’m no sheriff)
Every day seem like murder here
I’m gonna leave tomorrow, I know you don’t bid my care
Can’t go down any dirt road by myself
Can’t go down any dirt road by myself
(My Lord, who ya gonna carry?)
I don’t carry my, gonna carry me someone else