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.
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.
Blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
Hmmm-mmm, blues fallin’ down like hail, blues fallin’ down like hail
There’s a hellhound on my trail, hellhound on my trail
Hellhound on my trail
And tomorrow was Christmas Day
If today was Christmas Eve, and tomorrow was Christmas Day
Aw, wouldn’t we have a time, baby?
To pass the time away, huh-huh
To pass the time away
Mmm, around my door, all around my door
You sprinkled hot foot powder
All around your daddy’s door, hmm-hmm-hmm
Every old place I go, every old place I go
Tremblin’ on the tree
I can tell the wind is risin’, leaves tremblin’ on the tree