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Cordelia Brown |
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Recording date: Jan 27, 1957, (12:00-15:00 & 15:30-18:30 & 19:00-23:00)
Recorded at Webster Hall
Master number: H2PB 1278
Playing time: 2:54
Producer: Joe Carlton
Robert DeCormier: leader; Millard Thomas: guitar; Franz Casseus: guitar; Victor Messer: guitar; Norman Keenan: bass; Daniel Barrajanos: conga drums; Noah Rodriguez: bongo drums; Joseph Venuto: marimba; James N. DeMeo: flute; Harold M. Jones: flute; Joseph B. Wilder: trumpet; Gilbert E. Adkins, Irving D. Barnes, Leon Bibb, Irving Burgie, Charles Colman, Stephen Harbachick, Marvin Hayes Jr., Joe N. Kenyon, Samuel R. McCurry, John Nielsen, Broc Peters, Howard A. Roberts, William Stewart, Herbert L. Stubbs, Leroy B. Thompson, Rodester Timmons: vocal chorus.
78: 20-6084,
45 : EPB1505-2, EPA4217, 20116, 75-408
LP : LPM1505
CD: BCD16262, RGMCD006
| Gary U.S. Bonds | CDCHD-682 |
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Oh, Cordelia Brown, although' you never tell,
Oh, Cordelia Brown, still I know your secret well
Yes you fell in love with Ned
And when he left, your head turned red
And right well you know,
That what I say is true
Oh, Cordelia Brown, what make your head so red
Oh, Cordelia Brown, what make your head so red
You say you come out in the sunshine
With nothing on your head
Oh, Cordelia Brown, what make your head so red
Oh, Cordelia Brown, yes I've been far and wide
Now I'm telling you, every girl wants to be a bride
So I know what happen to you
And please strike me down if it isn't true
He said he never would wed,
And that when your head turned red
Oh, Cordelia Brown, what make your head so red
Oh, Cordelia Brown, what make your head so red
You say you come out in the sunshine
With nothing on your head
Oh, Cordelia Brown, what make your head so red
Oh, Cordelia Brown, Saw you waiting' at the train,
Yes, he's gone away, might never return again
Now miss Brown may I confess,
I've yearned this long for your caress
Since your head so red
I think I'll marry Mabel instead
Oh, Cordelia Brown, what make your head so red
Oh, Cordelia Brown, what make your head so red
You say you come out in the sunshine
With nothing on your head
Oh, Cordelia Brown, what make your head so red
