| Elizabeth Cotten Lyrics |
from linernotes of Elizabeth Cotten Vol.3 (Folkways Records Album No. FA 3537 (c)1979 by Folkways Records & Service Corp.,41 West 61st.,NYC USA 10023) WILLIE (c) 1979 by Elizabeth Cotten. Sanga Music Johnson said to Willie Oh one friday night Sure you can come to my father's house Sure you take your life. Ain't it hard, Lord, ain't it hard. Willie went to his father's house On one Saturday eve Johnson shot that poor boy Fell upon his knees. Ain't it hard, Lord, ain't it hard. O Lord oh me, oh Lord, oh my I shot little willie Lord, he's bound to die Ain't it hard...etc. Oh Lord, oh me Trouble I can see I shot little Willie, Lord Police after me Ain't it hard...etc. Oh (Lord) Officer O'Daniel How can it be All around my bedside Poor Willie creeps Ain't it hard...etc. Oh Lord, oh me Oh Lord, oh my I shot little Willie, Lord He's bound to die Ain't it hard...etc. Went to the country To get me a drink of gin When I got back, Lord Police took me in Ain't it hard...etc. Rubber tire buggy Rubber tire hack Took him to the cemetery Won't bring him back, Ain't it hard...etc. |