Mance Lipscomb - Willie Poor Boy

From the Hear Me Howling: Blues, Ballads & Beyond
Recorded by Chris Strachwitz in the 1960s; Mance Lipscomb, vocal and guitar...Previously unissued
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Photos: Ed Badeaux; Mance Lipscomb at the UC's Greek Theatre, Berkeley, California, by Chris Strachwitz; William Carter

[@jeremyreagan9085]

Mance is so graceful in all the notes and chords he plays. I as a musician try to play his style to keep this music alive old styles are dying but, I will play them until the good Lord calls me home.

[@Ganzie2000]

Good to maintain these old traditions. ❤

[@davidmann405]

Graceful is the exact word to describe this mans guitar plucking. So hypnotic. You cant beat this type of music - such warmth and passion!

[@paulkersey1007]

What the young people don't know about this man. It's a shame.

[@davidbethea5752]

Also thanks Dave the best of all time

[@mabudia4177]

What a voice and that guitar work! As if there were lead, rythm guitar and even some banjo!

[@Sliptrail]

Just wonderful! Thanks for sharing!

[@bliesboi]

damn sounds beautiful never heard his live version wow so good!!!!

[@davidmann405]

I agree! This version is MUCH better than the album version. What a guitar picker this guy was. Im in awe of this guys talent. Such a beautiful voice too😮

[@p61guy]

Thanks for the post

[@darnick54]

Graceful, funny…..wonderful

[@Ganzie2000]

Willie Poor Boy Mance Lipscomb Willie, Willie, Willie poor boy Do let my Saviour be Yes, I love my baby, God knows I do I'll love her 'til the sea goes dry If I thought she didn't love me I'd take morphine and I'd die Oh me, oh my Do Lord, remember me Went down to the old New Ground Get me a load o' corn Well, the racoon sicced them dog on me That possum blowed his horn Do Lord, remember me I went down to New Orleans Didn't go there to stay I fell in love with a brownskin girl Stayed there half of my day Ah me, ah my, Willie poor boy Do let my Saviour be Would not marry a knotty-headed girl Tell you the reason why 'Cause every time she combed her head The nap begin to fly Now if I had a Northern wife I'll tell you what I'd do I'd take her down to New Orleans I'd trade her off for corn Whoa mule, whoa mule, whoa mule That old mule Hit that mule, he wouldn't gee 'Cross the head with a single-tree Whoa mule, whoa mule, whoa mule Songwriters: Mance Lipscomb Willie Poor Boy lyrics © BMG Rights Management

[@3006khz]

Awesome... thanks for posting

[@MrCanigou]

Distilled love

[@tripp3468]

chords?