Hellhound Sunday

For Jim Adam’s song lyric Sunday I chose a song that was recorded  in 1937 and to this day best performed ‘unplugged’ both live and in the studio.

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When I was young, someone played this song for me on the guitar.

It was a spooky song about a Hellhound chasing a man to his death.

The song painted a picture in my mind’s eye of a man running through darkness, sadness and in terror.

Afterwards the person who sang it to me said, ‘ this is a song about a man who is running because a lynch mob is after him.’

I knew what a lynch mob was- and I knew I had understood the song perfectly. It was a horror song about a man being chased to his death by a monster.

I got to keep movin’, I got to keep movin’
Blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
Hmmm-mmm, blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
And the days keeps on worryin’ me
There’s a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail
If today was Christmas Eve, if today was Christmas Eve
And tomorrow was Christmas Day
If today was Christmas Eve, and tomorrow was Christmas Day
Aw, wouldn’t we have a time, baby?
All I would need my little sweet rider just
To pass the time away, huh-huh
To pass the time away
You sprinkled hot foot powder, mmm
Mmm, around my door, all around my door
You sprinkled hot foot powder
All around your daddy’s door, hmm-hmm-hmm
It keep me with ramblin’ mind, rider
Every old place I go, every old place I go
I can tell the wind is risin’, the leaves tremblin’ on the tree
Tremblin’ on the tree
I can tell the wind is risin’, leaves tremblin’ on the tree
Hmm-hmm hmm-mmm
All I need’