Nobody's Fault But Mine

—Blind Willie Johnson, 1927 (Blind Boys of Alabama version)

Nobody's fault, but mine
Nobody's fault, but mine
If I die and my soul be lost
Ain't nobody's fault, but mine

I got a Bible I can read
I got a Bible I can read
If I fail to read it and my soul be lost
Ain't nobody's fault, but mine

Well my mother she taught me how to pray,
Mother she taught me how to pray,
If I fail to pray and my soul be lost,
Ain't nobody's fault but mine

Now I got a song I can sing
I got a song I can sing
If I fail to sing it and my soul be lost,
Ain't nobody's fault but mine
 

Sister Rosetta Tharpe version:
It's nobody's fault, but mine,
Nobody's fault, but mine
And if I die and my soul be lost
It's nobody's fault but mine

My mother taught me how to read
My mother taught me how to read
And if I die and my soul be lost
My mother taught me how to read

It's nobody's fault, but mine,
Nobody's fault, but mine
And if I die and my soul be lost
It's nobody's fault but mine

My mother taught me how to pray
My mother taught me how to pray
And if I die and my soul be lost
It's nobody's fault but mine

Extra verses:

Oh, I got a father who can preach
I got a father who can preach
And if I die and my soul be lost
It's nobody's fault but mine

I got a sister she can sing,
I got a sister she can sing
And if I die and my soul be lost
It's nobody's fault but mine

Verse:

I I I V
I IV I – V I



She'll Be Comin' Round the Mountain

She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes
She'll be coming round the mountain,
She'll be coming round the mountain,
She'll be coming round the mountain when she comes

She'll be driving six white horses when she comes…

Oh, we'll all go out to meet her when she comes…

O, we'll kill the old red rooster, when she comes…

Oh, we'll all have chicken 'n dumplings when she comes…

She'll be wearing red pajamas when she comes…

She will have to sleep with Grandma when she comes…

Oh, she's got a lovely bottom set of teeth…

Oh, She's got a lovely titillating smile…

We'll all sing Hallelujah when she comes…

Verse:

I I I V
I IV I – V I



Hand Me Down My Walking Cane

—James A. Bland, 1880

I got high and landed in jail ( x3 )
Had no one for to go my bail,
My sins they have overtaken me.*

Chorus:
Hand me down my walking cane ( x3 )
I'm gonna leave on the midnight train,
My sins they have overtaken me.

Well the beans was tough and the meat was fat ( x3 )
Oh good God I couldn't eat  that
My sins they have overtaken me.

Come on mama, and go my bail ( x3 )
And get me out of this Nashville jail
My sins they have overtaken me.

Well if I  die in Tennessee ( x3 )
Ship my bones back C.O.D.
My sins they have overtaken me.

Hand me down my bottle of corn ( x3 )
I'll get drunk as sure as you're born,
My sins they have overtaken me.

If I'd a listened what Mama said ( x3 )
I'd be sleepin' in a feather bed
My sins they have overtaken me.

Hand me down my walking cane (x3)
I'm a gonna leave on the morning train
My sins they have overtaken me.

*or All my sins are taken away, taken away.

Chorus & Verse:

I I V I
IV I I – V I



Washed My Hands in the Muddy Water

—Stonewall Jackson

I was born in Macon Georgia
They kept my daddy over in Macon jail
He told me if you keep your hands clean
You won't hear them bloodhounds on your trail

Well I fell in with bad companions
Robbed a man up in Tennessee
They caught me way up in Nashville
They locked me up and threw away the key

Chorus:
I washed my hands in muddy water
Washed my hands but they didn't come clean
Tried to do what my daddy told me
But I must have washed my hands in a muddy stream

I asked the judge now when's my time up
He said son you know we won't forget
If you try just to keep your hands clean
We might just make a good man of you yet

Oh I couldn't wait to get my time up
I broke out broke out of Nashville jail
I just crossed the state-line of Georgia
Well I can hear those bloodhounds on my trail

Verse & Chorus:

I V V I
I IV I – V I


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