Biografía:
"Mississippi" John Smith Hurt (Teoc, Mississippi, 8 de marzo de 1892 - Grenada, Mississippi, 2 de noviembre de 1966) cantante y guitarrista de blues y folk.
John Smith Hurt creció en la localidad de Avalon Mississippi y aprendio a tocar la guitarra con 9 años. Pasó parte de su infancia escuchando los viejos temas del blues mientras trabajaaba como peón de granja en la década de los 20. En 1923, debutó de la mano de Willie Narmour, sustituyendo a su habitual compañero Shell Smith.
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Otras canciones:
- Candy Man
- You Got To Walk That Lonesome Valley
- Aint Nobody But You Babe
- Avalon Blues
- Blessed Be The Name
- Casey Jones
- Corrina Corrina
- Got The Blues
- Hey Baby Right Away
- Hey Honey Right Away
- Im Satisfied
- Joe Turner Blues
- Let The Mermaids Flirt With Me
- Louis Collins
- Make Me A Pallet On The Floor
- Make Me Down A Pallet On Your Floor
- Moaning The Blues
- Nobody Cares For Me
- Nobodys Business
- Praying On The Old Campground
- Richland Woman Blues
- Since Ive Laid My Burden Down
- Trouble Ive Had All My Days
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TITLE: Trouble, I've had it all my days
ARTIST: Mississippi John Hurt
[Chorus]
D
Trouble, had it all my days.
G D
Trouble, had it all my days.
A D
Seem like trouble, carry me to my grave.
[Verse]
D D
My momma told me, before I left her door.
G D
Lord, momma told me...
A D
Gonna have trouble, Son every where you go.
Well, you talk about trouble, I had it all my days.
[Chorus]
G D
Trouble, had it all my days.
A D
Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave.
[Verse]
D
Lord, I wish my baby, stop her evil ways.
G D
Lord, I wish my baby...
A D
Wish my baby, would stop her evil ways.
Seems like trouble...
[Chorus]
G D
Trouble, had it all my days.
A D
I believe trouble, gonna carry me to my grave.
[Verse]
D
But tell me baby, what's the matter now.
G D
Baby, tell me what's a matter now.
A D
If your gonna quit your daddy anyhow.
[Chorus]
D
Well trouble, trouble, I had it all my days.
G D
Trouble, had it all my days.
A D
Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave.
[Verse]
D
I was walking down the street, just couldn't keep from cryin'.
G D
...couldn't keep from cryin'.
A D
The girl I love, she sure was on my mind.
Lord, the police arrested me, put me in jail.
G D
Police arrested me, put me in jail.
A D
I didn't have nobody, come and go my bail.
[Chorus]
D
Lord, you talk about trouble, I've had it all my days.
G D
Trouble, had it all my days.
A D
Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave.
ARTIST: Mississippi John Hurt
[Chorus]
D
Trouble, had it all my days.
G D
Trouble, had it all my days.
A D
Seem like trouble, carry me to my grave.
[Verse]
D D
My momma told me, before I left her door.
G D
Lord, momma told me...
A D
Gonna have trouble, Son every where you go.
Well, you talk about trouble, I had it all my days.
[Chorus]
G D
Trouble, had it all my days.
A D
Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave.
[Verse]
D
Lord, I wish my baby, stop her evil ways.
G D
Lord, I wish my baby...
A D
Wish my baby, would stop her evil ways.
Seems like trouble...
[Chorus]
G D
Trouble, had it all my days.
A D
I believe trouble, gonna carry me to my grave.
[Verse]
D
But tell me baby, what's the matter now.
G D
Baby, tell me what's a matter now.
A D
If your gonna quit your daddy anyhow.
[Chorus]
D
Well trouble, trouble, I had it all my days.
G D
Trouble, had it all my days.
A D
Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave.
[Verse]
D
I was walking down the street, just couldn't keep from cryin'.
G D
...couldn't keep from cryin'.
A D
The girl I love, she sure was on my mind.
Lord, the police arrested me, put me in jail.
G D
Police arrested me, put me in jail.
A D
I didn't have nobody, come and go my bail.
[Chorus]
D
Lord, you talk about trouble, I've had it all my days.
G D
Trouble, had it all my days.
A D
Seem like trouble, gonna carry me to my grave.
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