Collected by John Logan A.D. Robinson
Transcribed by M.C. Parler Burbette, Ark.
April 28, 1962.
Reel 410 Item 7
Spoken: This here's Dubbie Dukes. He's singing something about his big boss, Mr. Hays Sullivan.
Chanted, I want to tell everybody, with guitar An' I don't want to tell 'em nothin' wrong,
chords at Ef you want to live at Burdette,
ends of You got de place of your own.
lines. 'Cause you can walk up to Mr. Hays Sullivan,
I don't care ef it's snow on de ground.
He'll put food in your house,
An' he'll fix a place for you to lay down.
Now, you know a man like dat He can't be beat.
'Cause we'll work for him any day An' when he at home in de bed asleep.
He can walk aroun' 'cross de fiel',
He can tell us boys what he want done,
He can go back to Kansas City,
When he come back, everything is done.
He wanted him a bran' new tractor
Mr. Hays scratched his head an' looked at him,
An' he went an' bought him a new tractor.
He looked cross over dere at me,
He says, "Dubbie, you want one too, don't you?"
I says, "Yessir, Cap'm, I do."
He went on up town,
He bought one o' dem 99 Olivers,
An' it cos' about thirteen thousand dollars.
He say, Now I want you to tek dis,
An' work it like you want.
I want you to wash it off An' keep it clean."
I say, "Yassuh, Cap'm,"
An' when we lef' de tractor We went up to de Pontiac Place.
We seen some cars up dere dat we want.
We come back to de office an' get him to de side, Tell him we want us some cars.
Well, he look at us boys,Reel 410 Item 7 (cont'd)
Say, "I ain't gon' get y'all nothin'".
An' we set aroun' dere an' look at him,
He'll be lookin' at us over the top of them glasses, An' we'd be settin' there lookin' at him,
He reach up an' get de telephone.
He say, "Mr. Bruce.
I'm sen'in' some o' my darkies up dere,
Let dem have what dey want."
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