(Hurry Sundown and Let To-morrow Come)
Words and music by W. C. Handy, 1923.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
My two-timing papa is aggravating me
He’s running wild but I just can’t let him be
Tomorrow I’ll be a racing with the rising sun
Hurry sundown and let tomorrow come
I’ve got mines of trouble, carloads of misery
I’d give it all to find out who it can be
That steals my sunshine and leaves me only bluey gloom
Hurry sundown and let tomorrow come
Blues:
For I’m goin’ to Newport
I said to Newport, I mean to Newport
Naw! naw! naw! I’m goin’ to Newport
I mean Newport Arkansaw
I’m goin’ there to see Aunt Caroline Dye
For she knows something
I said something, I mean something
Naw! naw! naw! why she’s a reader
And I need her Law! Law! Law!
She reads your fortune and her cards don’t lie
Chorus:
I’ve put some ashes in my sweet papa’s bed
So that he can’t slip out
Hoo-doo in his bread
Goo-pher dust all about
I’ll fix him
Conjuration is in his socks and shoes
Tomorrow he will have those mean
Sundown Blues