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The Legend of "Blind" Burl Bog

by "Blind" Burl Bog

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1.
Phantom Man 02:56
I am the phantom man Catch me if you can I'm the phantom man Sneaking in your house Quiet as a mouse Creeping up your back It's a sneak attack Hiding in the gloom Harbinger of doom Better stay awake Boots will start to shake Leave a child in tears Sum of all your fears Part of the plan For the phantom man Shadows I blend You can't defend Don't you run away 'cause it's time to play With the phantom man With the phantom man
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No Job Blues 03:14
Ain't got no job I'm a lazy slob Ain't no work for me Failure's all I see Got that no job blues Nothing here but bad news Ain't got no work They say I'm just a jerk Can't earn no cash Running out of stash Got that no job blues Nothing here but bad news I can't earn my way Got no cash to pay Got no place to live Got nothing to give Got that no job blues Nothing here but bad news Worse off than a slave Can't even buy a grave Sold my wife and kid Worst thing I ever did
3.
Bar Fight 03:02
It's a bar fight I'm feeling all right Don't like your look at me Come here you're gonna see I'm gonna take my fist And give your face a twist You leave my girl alone Ain't gonna take her home Ain't gonna say again That you are not my friend A bottle on your head Your lucky you ain't dead A chair across your back A knee into your sack The blood is gonna flow Before it's time to go Your bones are gonna break Could be your life I take
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Fat old woman Ain't got no shoes Them stinky feet Giving me the blues
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Moon shine and wine Gonna get you every time Gotta live a life of crime Making moonshine and wine Moonshine and wine Gonna make you feel fine 'til your eyes are going blind Drinking moonshine and wine Moonshine and wine Gotta drink it all the time I'm spending my last dime On moonshine and wine Moonshine and wine I'm floating on cloud nine 'til I fall and break my spine Drunk on moonshine and wine
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There's a little retard out in my yard gonna shake that leg gonna lay an egg Looks just like a little chicken There's a little retard that's working hard Got a gimped up knee It's plain to see Lord, take this child home There's a little retard out in my yard Got a spastic walk Damn thing can't talk Don't tell me that's my child There's a little retard that's trying hard Got a messed up face Ain't no saving grace Keep it out in the wood shed for heaven's sake Got a little retard out in my yard Got a flailing arms Ain't got no charms That little retard
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Rain 03:54
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Fishwife 02:04
I got an old fishwife She's got an old fish knife She's screaming in my ear all day She stinks like low tide She would never abide Any man who would ever stray She scares all my friends And passes gas when she bends No man can defend from her I got an old fishwife She's ruining my life There just ain't no escape for me She's got breath like a shark It gets worse after dark In her bed ain't no place to be She's sick in the head I'd be better of dead At least then I'd be free from her I got an old fishwife She's filled my life with strife She nagged me 'til my hair went gray She's got a smile like old corn I wish I'd never been born But for now I'll just run away She's always dressed in old rags Everything on her sags How the hell did I end up with her She's just an old fishwife Go get out of my life She's just an old fishwife Go get out of my life
10.
I'm a right hand man I work as much as I can Don't you misunderstand I got it all in my hand I'm a right hand Joe Work is all that I know I'm always ready to go Let's get on with the show I'm a right hand son A shooting son of a gun I'm coming down like a ton I've only just begun I'm a right hand fellow Shooting straight as an arrow Never losing my tempo Packing plenty of ammo
11.
You got a woman you love You're blessed from heaven above Ain't got no reason to cry But your still gonna die Got lots of money in hand It's time to strike up the band Ain't got no reason to fear But your grave is quite near Got lots of family and friends To always help you make ends You're seeing only blue sky But you're still gonna die You travel all round the world Seen every flag unfurled You never lack for a bed But you'll still end up dead For every smile you flash While you're counting your cash Don't forget to wave bye Because you're still gonna die And when they're carving your stone You're gonna be all alone The truth can only be said That we'll all end up dead.
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about

The recordings of "Blind" Burl Bog have taken a long and strange journey in order to find their way into your hands today. The songs contained in this collection nearly found only oblivion as their destiny. But, thanks to the whims of chance and attic cleaning, they have, at long last, been preserved for generations to come.

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released January 11, 2011

All music composed and performed by Burl Bog.
Produced, engineered, and assisted by Egbert Cole.
Recorded at Delta Studios, Delta, British Columbia in February of 1952.
All recording mechanical rights administered by SOCAN.

Delta D Mono recordings have been engineered to provide the best possible sound reproduction available when played on compatible sound equipment. To ensure the highest fidelity, only use equipment certified for true MONO playback.

Made in Canada by Real Delta Blues Records.
(C) & (P) 1952, 1968, 2011. All rights reserved.
The copyright in this recording is owned by Stephen Ugo Rosin.
Copying in whole or part by any process is an infringement and is subject to penalties provided by the law.

It was 1952 when dubious entrepreneur Egbert Cole first tracked down the reclusive Mr. Bog and, after weeks of pleading and negotiating, convinced him to bring his trusty guitar, Black Jack, down to Delta Studios. The "studio" was really nothing more than an old fishing shack on River Road in Delta, BC. The recording equipment couldn't have been more primitive amounting to little more than a microphone and one track reel to reel.

Mr. Bog had a long standing reputation in the community as a kind of "phantom" performer who would show up, unannounced, at area bars, rest stops or backyard parties and give impromptu performances for generally baffled audiences. These sporadic and unpredictable appearances resulted in Bog being seen as a somewhat "mythic" character and, unfortunately, something of a harbinger of bad news. His uncanny timing often coincided with some freak accident, usually with fatal results.

This reputation wasn't helped by the history of these recordings. This started with the recording sessions, which came to an abrupt halt when Egbert Cole collapsed during a take and was later pronounced dead due to choking on a chicken bone from a sandwich he'd been eating. The recordings then suffered their first period in limbo where they languished in the Cole family attic until 1968 when Egbert Jr. discovered a box of tapes while cleaning in preparation for eviction due to bankruptcy. Jr., hoping to turn a quick buck, immediately borrowed some money and took the tapes to a local pressing plant to hastily assembled the initial version of this album. Unfortunately, while driving back to his home with the finished albums, Jr. was driven off the road by an out of control poultry truck. He died instantly and all but a handful of copies of the album were destroyed. These remaining copies then entered the second period of limbo, tucked away in an old steamer trunk until 2009 when Egbert the third, the grandson of the senior Mr. Cole, discovered the album and, looking to resolve his own financial issues, whipped up this current digital version of the album.

So, count yourself lucky to finally own this unique collection of recordings from thee Delta blues legend, "Blind" Burl Bog!

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