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James Alley Blues 1 Richard Brown

May 1961 THE MINNESOTA TAPES (T-318) THE MINNEAPOLIS PARTY TAPE

Minnesota Party tape 1961, Minneapolis MN - May 1961 Times ain't what they used to be Times ain't what they used to be Well I'm a-tellin' it, people, Lord, you can take it from me. Lord, I've seen better days, but I'm puttin' up with these Lord, I've seen better days, I'm puttin' up with these Well, there's too many people, they're all too hard to please. 'Cause I was born in the country she thinks I'm easy to use 'Cause I was born in the country she thinks I'm easy to use 'Cause I was born in the country you know I'm easy to lose. I gave you sugar for sugar, you want salt for salt I gave you sugar for sugar, but you want salt for salt And if you can't get along, honey, it's your own damn fault. Sometimes I'm thinkin' you're too good to die Sometimes I'm thinkin' you're too good to die Other times I'm thinkin' you ought to be buried alive. These are the bluest blues that a man could ever have These are the bluest blues a man could ever have These are the darnest hard luck blues a man could brag.

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James Alley Blues 2

14 Apr 1963 THE MCKENZIE TAPES - HOME RECORDINGS 1961-62 I WAS SO MUCH YOUNGER THEN Vol. 3 (Do It The Old Way!) (T-676)

The Home of Eve and Mac McKenzie, NYC - 14.apr.1963 Times ain't what they used to be Times ain't what they used to be Oh I tell you people, lord, you can take it from me. Oh I seen better days and I'm putting up with these Oh I seen better days and I'm putting up with these But there's too many people and they're all too hard to please. 'Cause I was born in the country, she thinks I'm easy to rule 'Cause I was born in the country, she thinks I'm easy to rule She tried to hitch me to her wagon, she wants to drive me like a mule. You know I bought the groceries and I paid the rent You know I bought the groceries and I paid the rent She tried to make me wash her clothes but I got good common sense. I said if you don't want me, why don't you tell me so? I said if you don't want me, why don't you tell me so? 'Cause it ain't like a man that ain't got nowhere to go. I believe I'm giving you sugar for sugar, let you get salt for salt I believe I'm giving you sugar for sugar, let you get salt for salt And if you can't get along with me, well it's your own fault. Now you want me to love you and you treat me mean How do you want me to love you if you keep a-treating me mean? You're my daily thought and my nightly dream. Sometimes I think that you too sweet to die Sometimes I think that you too sweet to die And another time I think you ought to be buried alive.