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Good for What Ails You: Music of the Medicine Shows 1926-1937
Disc 1
01. The Spasm
02. Tanner's Boarding House
03. Don't Think I'm Santa Claus
04. Hokum Blues
05. Jimbo Jambo Land
06. Gonna Swing on the Golden Gate
07. Papa's 'Bout to Get Mad
08. The Man Who Wrote Home Sweet Home Never Was a Married Man
09. Bye, Bye, Policeman
10. The Bald-Headed End of a Broom
11. Bow Wow Blues
12. Beans
13. A Chicken Can Waltz the Gravy Around
14. Tell It to Me
15. Ain't No Use Working So Hard
16. Mama Keep Your Yes Ma'am Clean
17. C-H-I-C-K-E-N Spells Chicken
18. My Money Never Runs Out
19. Railroadin' Some
20. Traveling Man
21. G. Burns Is Gonna Rise Again
22. Baby All Night Long
23. Born in Hard Luck
24. He's in the Jailhouse Now
Disc 2
01. Gonna Tip Out Tonight
02. Chevrolet Car
03. It Ain't Gonna Rain No Mo'
04. Bring It With You When You Come
05. Atlanta Strut
06. Go Along Mule
07. Casey Bill
08. I Got Mine
09. Hannah
10. Adam & Eve in the Garden
11. Mysterious Coon
12. Her Name Was Hula Lou
13. Reno Blues
14. Scoodle Um Skoo
15. Stackalee
16. The Cat's Got the Measles, the Dog's Got the Whooping Cough
17. Shout You Cats
18. Nobody's Business If I Do
19. Sweet Sixteen
20. Ticklish Reuben
21. I Heard the Voice of a Porkchop
22. Shine
23. The Gypsy
24. Kiss Me Cindy
And I went down to a big crap game
'Twas certainly against my will
I lost every doggone nickel I had
But a greenback dollar bill
I turned my head, start a shaking my shoulder thinking I was well behind
Just as I jumped through the kitchen door, lord I got mine
I got mine, I got mine
Hang around here trying to get some good eat all the time
ever said since then I've been living high, been living off the chicken and wine
Though I belong to the knockdown society, I got mine
Now when the turkey was brought in, tell me the people all began to grin
Now think about the good times all would have, they couldn't say exactly when
So the man got the turkey right by the neck, but I swung on behind
He might thought he had the whole fowl and gone, but I got mine
I got mine, boys. I got mine
Hang around here trying to get some good eat all the time
said ever since then I've been living high, been living off the chicken and wine
Though I belong to the crap society, I got mine

Then I went off to work early one mornin'; that's somethin' that never did suit me
While a-peepin' through the crack, back in my old lady settin' on a some other man's knee
Snatched off her veil wrapped across her head, and he jumped up in cryin'
"You been fightin" your lady, doggone your soul, but I got mine
I got mine, boys. I got mine
Hang around here trying to get some good eat all the time
said ever since then I've been living high, been living off the chicken and wine
Though I belong to the knockdown society, I got mine
I went uptown to a little crap game, as some other police must say
That man looked at me, never cracked a smile; I couldn't get this fella to laugh
So he throwed the dice out on the floor, and the place got fightin' like nine
But just as the police jumped in the back door, Lord, I got mine
I got mine, boys. I got mine
Hang around here trying to get some good eat all the time
said ever since then I've been living high, been living off the chicken and wine
Though I belong to that knockdown society, but I got mine