Sometimes you just have to get down with some Southern, gospel-inspired blues.
The blues that flowed out of the Mississippi Delta in the 1920s influenced all Southern sounds that followed. If you grew up Southern, you grew up with the blues.
So, to me, a white man singing the blues is as natural as the black man. (We just need to sing in our own voices; no Al Jolson-ing.)
Real rivers (not creeks or tributaries) bring life and death with them. We establish towns beside them for their life-giving attributes. But then, when they roil and rage, rivers prove once again how much more mightier nature is than man.
Don’t Go Down to the River
Don’t go down to the river
If you don’t know how to swim (x2)
Cause that rain keeps failing and
Them levies look suspect from here
Don’t come down to the river
If you need to confess your sins (x2)
Cause this ain’t the Jordan and
Ain’t no preachers round here
Don’t go down to the river
Unless the moon is clear
(unless the moon shines clear) x2
cos the currents and the eddies
Make blind men disappear
Good stuff dude!
Like this, not going to the river, can’t swim, this is a good one..
Like this, and not going to the river, can’t swim. I do like this!
I like the blues and I like this one
Nice new blues Thomas.
“I won’t go down to the river”- thanks