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Chapter Two
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An Unseemly Encounter with a Troublesome Salesman and an Unscrupulous Physician.

Lyrics

Go on gal, don’t you take me for no fool
I ain’t gonna quit you, pretty mama, while the weather’s cool
Around your back door, honey, I’m gonna creep
Just as long as you bring me two-and-a-half a week

I got a gal, she works in the rich folks' yard
She bring me meal, I swear she brings me lard
She brings me lard, honey, she brings me meal
She bring me everything, honey, that a girl can steal

Well the vaudeville circus rider came to town
They got the dancers lookin’ nice and brown
They didn’t know it was against the law
For the junky to stop at a five cent store
Well, just around the corner, just a minute too late
Another one standin’ at the big back gate
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine

I stood my corner, hey, hey!
Here come Sal with a nose all to'
Doctors said she couldn’t smell no mo’
Lord, run the doctor, ring the bell
The women in the alley…
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine

Well, the furniture man came to my house
Was last Sunday morn
Asked me was my wife at home
Said she’d long been gone
Backed his wagon up to my door
Took everything I had
He carried it back to the furniture store
Honey, I did feel sad

Now, what in the world has any man got, now
Messin’ with the furniture man?
Got no dough, then for sho’
Certain he'll back you back
Take everything from an earthly plant
From a skillet to a frying pan
If there ever was a devil born without any horns
Musta been a furniture man

I hear you mama, hey, hey!
Here come Sal with her nose all to’
Doctors said she couldn’t smell no mo’
Lord run the doctor, ring the bell
Women in the alley…
I’m simply wild about my good cocaine

Now the baby's in the cradle down in New Orleans
The doctor kept whiffin’ til the baby got mean
Doctor whiffin' til the baby got so’
Mama said she couldn’t smell no mo’

Lord go, run the doctor, ring the bell,
Women in the alley…
I simply wild about my good cocaine
I said I’m simply wild about my good cocaine

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Music and Lyrics arranged by Pamela Moore
Based on a work by Luke Jordan/Dick Justice

Madame Pamita - Vocal and soprano ukulele
Mr. Patrick "The Holy Ukerist" Weise - Guitar

Recorded September 8, 2008 at Mr. Peter Dilg's Wax Cylinder Factory

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One of the most bizarre country blues songs ever recorded, the lyric topics jump from girlfriends stealing food, to vaudeville performers being banned from five cent stores, to furniture salesmen repossessing furniture, to babies crying about cocaine sniffing doctors! One would be hard-pressed to believe that the lyrics weren't somehow inspired by use of the eponymous subject.

This song was originally recorded by Luke Jordan in 1927 (as "Cocaine Blues") and Dick Justice in 1929.