A popular song from 1919
Words and music by Jimmie Marten and “Mitch” Le Blanc
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by Denese Coulbeck:
Lyrics
- I’m goin’ a sing you a song
And sing it to yuh through and through
Sweetie turned his back on me
That’s why I’m blue, now that’s true
Walked off like a horse
An’ lef’ a lonesome gal that’s true
Says he’s through
Now if the truth it was known
Somebody’s hide would be in jail
Without bail
Why he treated me jes makes me weep and wail
You know I’m frail
I hopes they put him on that long, long, lonesome trail
Where bullets hail, Oh daddy
Chorus
Sweetie Jackson, come to me
Sweetie Jackson, hear my plea
You give sweet mama useless
Deadly blues, useless blues
I loves you from your hat down to your shoes
Please send me news
For ’round the town I watched
Until my eyes were sore
It seems I see my used to was
But ‘taint no more
It seems I hear my Jackson
Callin’ me, only me
- I’m jes’ a lonesome poor gal
A thousand million miles from home
Bet he’ll cus the day he made
This poor gal roam, way from home
He’ll be so hot he’ll wish that he
Was up in nome, bet he’ll moan
I even worked all day long in chilly rain
An’ frost an’ snow, even so
Yes, I carried wood when
Forty-five below, an’ maybe mo’e
I loved that Jackson man
Like no one else will know
That goes to show, Oh daddy