It Won't Be Long Now No. 1
It Won't Be Long Now No. 1-Barbecue Bob
Barbecue Bob, vocal and guitar in Spanish tuning, Charley Lincoln, vocal and guitar in Spanish tuning
NOTE: The first part of the performance is spoken by the two brothers.
CHARLEY: Ha ha ha ha ha ha!
BOB: What you laughin' at, Charley?
CHARLEY: Well, I's just laughin' at you, how you're tryin' to barbecue that meat.
BOB: I don't see anything funny about that.
CHARLEY: Ain't you afraid you'll get burnt?
BOB: Oh no, I know my stuff on that. I'm makin' it good and juicy. That way, people likes it, you know, these days, with gravy runnin' out.
CHARLEY: Well, I been burned so much, 'til I'm afraid of everything looks hot.
BOB: You don't know your stuff, you got to learn your onions on that.
CHARLEY: You know my best gal done quit me?
BOB: Which one was that, Willie?
CHARLEY: Yeah, she left last night.
BOB: What's the matter with you and her, you must didn't take the payroll home.
CHARLEY: Yeah, I taken my payroll--I borrowed fifteen dollars.
BOB: Oh well, a case like that, very easy to figure it out--another mule kickin' in your stall. Done kicked a little harder than you can kick. My gal, she quit too, last week.
CHARLEY: Who, your gal done quit too?
BOB: She didn't stay at home.
CHARLEY: Uh ha ha ha ha ha ha! What's the matter with you and her?
BOB: I figured it's a case kinda like yours--same dog bit you must have snapped at me. But you know, I don't worry about one woman. Five wards in this town: First, Second, third Fourth and Fifth. I got five gal each ward, out of twenty-five womens, I know I can keep to suit some of 'em. That's two things I never run at, noway.
CHARLEY: What is that?
BOB: Streetcar and a woman.
BOB: That's why y'all say, "It's 'nother 'un be 'long."
CHARLEY: Well, I'm gon' try not to worry over about two or three years, nohow. S'pose we sing these little blues.
BOB: Let's hear 'em.
CHARLEY, SINGING: Tell me, tell me, mama BOTH SINGING: Baby, what's the matter now?
Ah, tell me, tell me, baby, honey what's the matter now?
Sayin', you're tryin' to quit me, honey, and you don't know how
Where it t'ain't no love, bet it sure ain't no gettin' along
Where it t'ain't no love, mama, it sure ain't no gettin' along
Says, my gal treat me so mean 'til I don't know right from wrong
Take a red sand to make mud, dry, you can call it dust
Take red sand to make mud, dry, you can call it dust
For hard luck in the family, say it sure done fell on us
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