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Blues Lyrics: Louisiana Red


Louisiana Red, alias Iverson Minter, was born in 1936 in Vicksburg, Mississippi. His mother died one week later from pneumonia. Five years later his father was slain by the Ku Klux Klan. He was in various orphanages for three years until his grandmother took him to live in Pittsburgh.

She bought him a guitar when he was eleven, and an old man named Crit Walters got him started on it. At fourteen he was in the streets playing for change with Orville Witt (one-string tub bass) and Frank Flowers (harmonica).

After being arrested as a member of a youth gang and spending a year in a reformatory, he joined the U.S. Army and was sent to Korea.

After his discharge, he continued drifting and hanging around clubs, studying the blues greats of the day and developing his own style. He became a typical example of the lone bluesman ("just me and my guitar"), and many of his songs are rooted in his own personal experiences.

(NB these notes were adapted from Kent Cooper's liner notes to his album "The Blues Purity of Louisiana Red" on Blue Labor)


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Death of Ealase

on the death of his wife Ealase, in 1973, at the age of 30, from cancer. From the LP "The blues purity of Louisiana Red" (Blue Labor 104), recorded in January 1975.

Death of Ealase

Well it was early on Friday evening, that's when my Ealase passed away
Early on Friday evening, that's when my Ealase passed away
She was taken away by 'r ol' cancer, and ol' Red could do nothin' for 'r that day

I know the kids gonna miss you honey, and you know Red gonna miss you too
The kids gonna miss you honey, and I know I'm gonna miss you too
When they took your flowers out your room, ain't nothin' more none of us could do

All right son, I'm gonna play it... (guitar solo)

Now you know I loved you Ealase, that's why I went down and dug your grave
You know I loved you Ealase, I went down and dug your grave
If I live right and be right honey, I'll join you somewhere someday

One more time boy... (guitar solo)

Well you know I loved you Ealase, that's why I went down and dug your grave
You know I loved you Ealase, that's why I went down and dug your grave
If I do right and live right honey, I'll join you up there someday

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First Degree

On this song (on the Blue Labor LP "The Blues Purity of Louisiana Red"), Louisiana Red used the well-known riff from Elmore James's "Dust my broom".

First Degree (Louisiana Red & Kent Cooper)

A crime's in motion, won't somebody call the law
A crime's in motion, won't somebody call the law
I know my baby is with someone, layin' out there in the raw

Break the doors all down, get everybody on the street
Break the doors all down, get everybody on the street
Let's get organized people, arrest everybody that you meet

I wanna see a line-up, just as long as this old town
I wanna see a line-up, just as long as this old town
Get a warrant right out, for whomever ain't around
(I gotta get one out boy)

Just as soon as we catch them, they gotta hang in the first degree
Just as soon as we catch them, they gotta hang in the first degree
For all the suffering, suffering they caused poor me

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Sweetblood Call

From the Blue Labor LP "The Blues Purity of Louisiana Red" (recorded in White Plains, N.Y., January 1975). Here Red employs a not-so-subtle method to keep his women from running away... no false sentiments here, Red just tells it like it is.

Here is an excerpt from this song in RealAudio format.

Sweetblood Call (Louisiana Red & Kent Cooper)

I have a hard time missing you baby, with my pistol in your mouth
Mmmm have a hard time missing you baby, with my pistol in your mouth
You may be thinking 'bout going north, but your brains are staying south

Just roll your pretty eyes, if you intend to stay
Just roll your pretty eyes, if you intend to stay
Close 'em up again, and I blow your world away

I see your eyes are rollin'
Must mean your love for me has come back
Must mean you're satisfied again
With our little wooden country shack
I have a hard time missing you baby, with my pistol in your mouth
You may be thinking about going north woman, but your brains are staying south

Even if you sneak away
I'll find you before nightfall
You're tied to me girl
I can feel your sweetblood call
Even if you sneak away
I'll find you before nightfall
Caused you are tied to me girl
I can feel your sweetblood call

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Thirty Dirty Women

From the Blue Labo'r LP "The Blues Purity of Louisiana Red", this song was credited to Louisiana Red & Kent Cooper. Kent Cooper was one of the producers - the other was Heiner Stadler.

Thirty Dirty Women

Thirty dirty women, have made a mess of my life
Thirty dirty women, have made a mess of my life
Thirty dirty women, none ain't good enough for my wife

My life is bad luck, with losin' on top of that
My life is bad luck, and I'm losin' on top of that
I'm in so much misery, I'm just like a starvin' cat
(Lord have mercy!)

Thirty dirty women, have worn me down to one last thread
Thirty dirty women, have worm me down to one last thread
My feet are dragging, and I can't hardly lift my head

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Too Poor To Die

Also an original Louisiana Red number from the Blue Labor LP "The Blues Purity of Louisiana Red".

Too poor to die

Last night I had a dream
I dream I died
The undertaker came
To carry me for the ride
I couldn't afford a coffin
Embalmin' kinda high
I jumped off my death bed
Cause I too poor to die
I's in trouble
And I'll tell you the reason why
I'm just too poor people
I'm too poor to go lay down and die

I dream at the cemetery
I couldn't afford enough
To pay the gravediggers
To cover me up
It cost a lot of money
Cause they was union men
I guess before I die
I better think again
I'm in trouble
And I'll tell you the reason why
I'm just too poor people
I'm too poor to go lay down and die

Dream I met the devil
He is waitin' at the gate
Say "come on in Red
You ain't a minute late"
Said he lead me to his kingdom
Lead me by my arm
But he wouldn't move my body
Less I grease his palm
I's in trouble
And I'll tell you the reason why
I'm just too poor people
I'm too poor to go lay down and die

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