Lyr Req: Calcutta Blues (Champion Jack Dupree)

Subject: Looking for lyrics of "Calcutta Blues"
From: Rudolf Kneidinger
Date: 16 May 98 - 08:55 AM

Hi everybody, After digging the internet, searching in every lyrics database I could find (without success), it seems to be the right place to ask, whether somebody does know the lyrics of "Calcutta Blues". I have a recording of Champion Jack Dupree together with John Mayall and Eric Clapton, but cannot understand everything (since C.J.D. is moaning _really_ bluesy.......). If you could post it here or/and mail it to [e-mail], I would be really gratefull.

Thank you in advance,

Rudi

Subject: RE: Looking for lyrics of "Calcutta Blues"
From: GUEST
Date: 04 Jan 05 - 11:01 AM

It passed 6 years and now I am looking for this lyrics.
Have you found that?
If the answer sounds YES, would you be so kind to share that with me?
I am probably the bigest fon of John Mayall in Poland.
I've got about 400 lyrics of Mayall's songs.
But I still trying to get whole collection...

Greeting from Polish Baltic Seaside....

LUBA

Subject: Lyr Add: CALCUTTA BLUES (Champion Jack Dupree)
From: GUEST,MCP
Date: 04 Jan 05 - 03:43 PM

Are you the same Rudi looking in 98 LYR REQ: Calcutta Blues? It shows great perseverance coming back after so long! At least this time I think we can offer some assistance - here's a set of words.

(Note Morocco is pronounces to rhyme with the preceeding block her, something like "Morocker"

Mick

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CALCUTTA BLUES
(Champion Jack Dupree)

I got a sweet little baby, sweeter than apple butter.
Yeah, I got a sweet little baby, sweeter than apple butter.
Yeah, she's long, lean and lanky, she just dropped in from Calcutta.

"Well, I love you, I love you", this is what I told her.
"Yes, I love you, I love you", this is what I told her.
"Well, we better hurry up and get married, baby, before you get a day older."

Well she's my sweet affection, there ain't got no man can block her. (mercy! mercy!)
Yeah, she's my sweet affection, there ain't got no man can block her.
Yeah, she's a sweet little girl, I met her way over in Morocco. (mercy! mercy!)

Well, if you see my little girl will you please send her on home to me.
Yes, if you see my little girl will you please send her on home to me.
Well, tell her everything's all right, things ain't like it used to be.

Source: Champion Jack Dupree "Raw Blues"