{"id":3181,"date":"2013-08-26T23:39:23","date_gmt":"2013-08-26T22:39:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/?p=3181"},"modified":"2013-08-26T23:42:25","modified_gmt":"2013-08-26T22:42:25","slug":"el-blues-segun-son-house","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/?p=3181","title":{"rendered":"El blues seg\u00fan Son House"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>Son House: <em>Death Letter<\/em><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\"><div class=\"video-shortcode\"><iframe title=\"Son House\" width=\"1200\" height=\"900\" src=\"https:\/\/www.youtube.com\/embed\/Nj2OiXPM8dg?feature=oembed\" frameborder=\"0\" allow=\"accelerometer; autoplay; clipboard-write; encrypted-media; gyroscope; picture-in-picture; web-share\" allowfullscreen><\/iframe><\/div><\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>\n\tI got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read?<br \/>\n\tIt said, &quot;Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead&quot;<br \/>\n\tI got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon it read?<br \/>\n\tYou know, it said, &quot;Hurry, hurry, how come the gal you love is dead?&quot;<br \/>\n\tSo, I grabbed up my suitcase, and took off down the road<br \/>\n\tWhen I got there she was layin on a coolin&rsquo; board<br \/>\n\tI grabbed up my suitcase, and I said and I took off down the road<br \/>\n\tI said, but when I got there she was already layin on a coolin&rsquo; board<br \/>\n\tWell, I walked up right close, looked down in her face<br \/>\n\tSaid, the good ol&rsquo; gal got to lay here &rsquo;til the Judgment Day<br \/>\n\tI walked up right close, and I said I looked down in her face<br \/>\n\tI said the good ol&rsquo; gal, she got to lay here &rsquo;til the Judgment Day<br \/>\n\tLooked like there was 10,000 people standin&rsquo; round the buryin&rsquo; ground<br \/>\n\tI didn&rsquo;t know I loved her &rsquo;til they laid her down<br \/>\n\tLooked like 10,000 were standin&rsquo; round the buryin&rsquo; ground<br \/>\n\tYou know I didn&rsquo;t know I loved her &rsquo;til they damn laid her down<br \/>\n\tLord, have mercy on my wicked soul<br \/>\n\tI wouldn&rsquo;t mistreat you baby, for my weight in gold<br \/>\n\tI said, Lord, have mercy on my wicked soul<br \/>\n\tYou know I wouldn&rsquo;t mistreat nobody, baby, not for my weight in gold<br \/>\n\tWell, I folded up my arms and I slowly walked away<br \/>\n\tI said, &quot;Farewell honey, I&rsquo;ll see you on Judgment Day&quot;<br \/>\n\tAh, yeah, oh, yes, I slowly walked away<br \/>\n\tI said, &quot;Farewell, farewell, I&rsquo;ll see you on the Judgment Day&quot;<br \/>\n\tYou know I went in my room, I bowed down to pray<br \/>\n\tThe blues came along and drove my spirit away<br \/>\n\tI went in my room, I said I bowed down to pray<br \/>\n\tI said the blues came along and drove my spirit away<br \/>\n\tYou know I didn&rsquo;t feel so bad, &rsquo;til the good ol&rsquo; sun went down<br \/>\n\tI didn&rsquo;t have a soul to throw my arms around<br \/>\n\tI didn&rsquo;t feel so bad, &rsquo;til the good ol&rsquo; sun went down<br \/>\n\tYou know, I didn&rsquo;t have nobody to throw my arms around<br \/>\n\tI loved you baby, like I love myself<br \/>\n\tYou don&rsquo;t have me, you won&rsquo;t have nobody else<br \/>\n\tI loved you baby, better than I did myself<br \/>\n\tI said now if you don&rsquo;t have me, I didn&rsquo;t want you to have nobody else<br \/>\n\tYou know, it&rsquo;s hard to love someone that don&rsquo;t love you<br \/>\n\tAin&rsquo;t no satisfaction, don&rsquo;t care what in the world you do<br \/>\n\tYeah, it&rsquo;s hard to love someone that don&rsquo;t love you<br \/>\n\tYou know it don&rsquo;t look like satisfaction, don&rsquo;t care what in the world you do<br \/>\n\tGot up this mornin&rsquo;, just about the break of day<br \/>\n\tA-huggin&rsquo; the pillow where she used to lay<br \/>\n\tGot up this mornin&rsquo;, just about the break of day<br \/>\n\tA-huggin&rsquo; the pillow where my good gal used to lay<br \/>\n\tGot up this mornin&rsquo;, feelin&rsquo; round for my shoes<br \/>\n\tYou know, I must-a had them old walkin&rsquo; blues<br \/>\n\tGot up this mornin&rsquo;, feelin&rsquo; round for my shoes<br \/>\n\tYeah, you know bout that, I must-a had them old walkin&rsquo; blues<br \/>\n\tYou know, I cried last night and all the night before<br \/>\n\tGotta change my way a livin&rsquo;, so I don&rsquo;t have to cry no more<br \/>\n\tYou know, I cried last night and all the night before<br \/>\n\tGotta change my way a livin&rsquo;, you see, so I don&rsquo;t have to cry no more<br \/>\n\tAh, hush, thought I heard her call my name<br \/>\n\tIf it wasn&rsquo;t so loud and so nice and plain<br \/>\n\tAh, yeah<br \/>\n\tMmmmmm<br \/>\n\tWell, listen, whatever you do<br \/>\n\tThis is one thing, honey, I tried to get along with you<br \/>\n\tYes, no tellin&rsquo; what you do<br \/>\n\tI done everything I could, just to try and get along with you<br \/>\n\tWell, the minutes seemed like hours, hours they seemed like days<br \/>\n\tIt seemed like my good, old gal outta done stopped her low-down ways<br \/>\n\tMinutes seemed like hours, hours they seemed like days<br \/>\n\tSeems like my good, old gal outta done stopped her low-down ways<br \/>\n\tYou know, love&rsquo;s a hard ol&rsquo; fall, make you do things you don&rsquo;t wanna do<br \/>\n\tLove sometimes leaves you feeling sad and blue<br \/>\n\tYou know, love&rsquo;s a hard ol&rsquo; fall, make you do things you don&rsquo;t wanna do<br \/>\n\tLove sometimes make you feel sad and blue.<\/p>\n<p style=\"text-align: center;\">by Eddie James <em>Son<\/em> House, Jr.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Son House: Death Letter &nbsp; I got a letter this mornin, how do you reckon it read? It said, &quot;Hurry, hurry, yeah, your love is dead&quot; I got a letter this mornin, I say how do you reckon it read? You know, it said, &quot;Hurry, hurry, how come the gal you love is dead?&quot; So, I grabbed up my suitcase, and took off down the road When I got there she was layin on a coolin&rsquo; board I grabbed up my suitcase, and I said and I took off down the road I said, but when I got there she was already layin on a coolin&rsquo; board Well, I walked up right close, looked down in her face Said, the good ol&rsquo; gal got to lay here  [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":82,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_newsletter_access":"","_jetpack_dont_email_post_to_subs":false,"_jetpack_newsletter_tier_id":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paywalled_content":false,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":"","jetpack_publicize_message":"","jetpack_publicize_feature_enabled":true,"jetpack_social_post_already_shared":false,"jetpack_social_options":{"image_generator_settings":{"template":"highway","default_image_id":0,"font":"","enabled":false},"version":2},"jetpack_post_was_ever_published":false},"categories":[87],"tags":[238,287],"class_list":["post-3181","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-music","tag-blues","tag-son-house"],"jetpack_publicize_connections":[],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p6kHv-Pj","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":11905,"url":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/?p=11905","url_meta":{"origin":3181,"position":0},"title":"Dock Boggs Country Blues","author":"Eder","date":"lunes, 20 Jul, 2015","format":false,"excerpt":"Come all you good time people while I've got money to spend tomorrow might be monday and I never have a dollar nor a friend when I had plenty of money, good people all my friends would gather around just soon as my pocket book was empty not a friend\u2026","rel":"","context":"En \u00abM\u00fasica\u00bb","block_context":{"text":"M\u00fasica","link":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/?cat=87"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.edder.org\/upload\/2015\/07\/phelps1.jpg?resize=350%2C200&ssl=1","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]},{"id":40082,"url":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/?p=40082","url_meta":{"origin":3181,"position":1},"title":"Confinado con Bob Dylan","author":"Eder","date":"viernes, 1 Ene, 2021","format":false,"excerpt":"","rel":"","context":"En \u00abCine\u00bb","block_context":{"text":"Cine","link":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/?cat=79"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.edder.org\/upload\/2021\/01\/benning.png?resize=350%2C200&ssl=1","width":350,"height":200},"classes":[]}],"jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3181","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/82"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=3181"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/3181\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=3181"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=3181"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.edder.org\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=3181"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}