Blind Willie McTell - Southern Can Is Mine

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Now looka here mama let me tell you this
If you wants to get crooked I'm gonna give you my fist
You might read from Revelations back to Genesee
But if you get crooked, your southern can belongs to me
Ain't no need you bringin no jive to me
Cause your southern can is mine
Might go uptown have me arrested and have me put in jail
Some hotshot got money come and throw my bail
Soon as I get out, hit the ground
Your southern can worth two dollar, half a pound
Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me
Cause your southern can is mine
You might take it from the south you might carry it up north
But understand you can't rule or either be my boss
Take it from the east, hide it in the west
When I get it mama, your can won't see no rest
Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me
Cause your southern can is mine
(in the morning)
Your southern can belongs to me
(i'm not dreamin)
Your southern can belongs to me
Ah ashes to ashes mama, and sin to sin
Every time I hit you you'll think I've got a dozen hands
Give you a punch through that barb-wire fence
Every time I hit you you'll say I've got no sense
Ain't no need of bringing no stuff to me
Cause your southern can is mine
(every bit of it)
Southern can belongs to me
Get me a brick out of my backyard
Give you the devil if you get kinda hard
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
Cause your southern can is mine
(you hear me cryin)
Southern can belongs to me
Spank it a little bit, boy

(guitar run)

Ah, your southern can is mine
Now if I catch ya mama down in the heart of town
Take me a bran-new brick and tear your can on down
Ain't no need you bringin no stuff to me
Because your southern can belongs to me
(I'm talkin to ya)
Your southern can belongs to me
You may be deathbed sick and mama and graveyard bound
I'll make your can moan like a hound
Ain't no need you bringin no stuff to me
Because your southern can is mine
(you hear me talkin)
Southern can belongs to me

(Guitar run)

Oh spank it like that
The way Ruthie Mae likes it

Cause your southern can is mine
Sit there unsteady with your eyes all red
What I said get your grandma dead
Ain't no need of bringing no jive to me
Cause your southern can is mine
You got to stop your barkin and raising the deuce
I'll grab you mama and turn every way but loose
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
Cause your southern can belongs to me
(every bit of it)
Southern can belongs to me

(Guitar run.)

Aww, whup it boy, that's the way the people like that thing

Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
Cause your southern can is mine
(you hear me talkin)
Your southern can belongs to me
Might twiddle like a tadpole
Let it jump like a frog
Every time I hit it you'll holler
God oh God
Ain't no need of bringing no jive here honey
Cause your southern can is mine
(you hear me talkin)
Southern can belongs to me
Now play it a little bit, just whup it
Aww shucks. Play that thing boy
Southern can belo-ongs to me

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Blind Willie McTell, born William Samuel McTier in 1898, was a pioneering blues guitarist known for writing enduring standards such as “Statesboro Blues” and “Southern Can is Mine”. Despite being born blind in one eye, he lost his sight completely by the time he was a young man. McTell showed musical prodigy at a young age, excelling in playing harmonica and accordion before transitioning to the guitar, specifically the acoustic 12-string which became his signature instrument.

After his mother passed away in the 1920s, McTell was left to pursue a life as a wandering songster, recording for Victor Records in 1927 under various pseudonyms before settling on the stage name Blind Willie McTell. His laid-back style, tenor voice, and unique 12-string guitar sound made him a standout in the blues and ragtime music scene. Despite some success with recording deals, McTell's career was cut short due to poor sales, complications with diabetes, and ongoing struggles with alcoholism.

However, McTell continued to busk and in 1956, a record store manager in Atlanta discovered him and convinced him to record a few songs, which were later released as the Last Session in 1962. By 1957, McTell had found a new calling as a Baptist preacher at Mt. Zion Church in Atlanta, but sadly, he suffered a stroke in 1959 and passed away at the age of 61.

After his death, Blind Willie McTell's influence continued to grow, with modern rock artists such as The White Stripes, The Allman Brothers Band, and Bob Dylan paying tribute to him in their work. A blues bar in Atlanta is named in his honor, showcasing local blues musicians every night. Despite facing numerous challenges throughout his life, Blind Willie McTell's music and legacy have endured, cementing his status as a legendary figure in the blues genre.