The depth of this cannot be expressed in our language. This is beauty that can only come from the expression of light breaking through an oppressive wall. My words are an embarrassment in comparison to this man’s artistry.
he was shot and killed in a mugging in an Indianapolis alley. He was 59 years old. The police arrested his neighbor at the time for the murder, but the crime remains unsolved. Blackwell is buried in New Crown Cemetery, in Indianapolis.
Once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spendin' my money an' I did not care
Carried my friends out for a good time
Buying bootleg liquor, champagne and wine
Lord but I got busted an' I felt so low
Didn't have no money and nowhere to go
This is the truth, Lord without a doubt
Nobody wants when you're down...
I mean nobody wants when you're down...
Lord the other day I asked a man for my rent
He told me, boy, the money he had spent
But I tried my best to try one or two
That's everything that I could do
Lord, nobody let me have one lousey dime
An' I get worried now all the time
But I'm gon' tell you this is the truth, Lord without a doubt
Nobody wants you when you're down...
Nobody wants you when you're down...
(break)
Lord, if I could get my hands on a dollar again
I would hold it till that eagle grins
I would try 'em just for one little house
Nobody knows me when I'm down and out
Lord, I tried for another day
To make my troubles in my own way
But I'm gon’ tell you the truth, Lord without a doubt
Nobody knows me when you’re down,
I mean nobody knows me when you're down
I just love the sparseness, the roughness, the sharp edges, the tiny (but to me unimportant) timing errors and so on. It just makes it so real and human. I can't stand perfect overproduced things. It's really hard to explain to people with the opposite taste why imperfect is so much better.
Edited to add: some people seem to be taking my comment the wrong way. It's not intended as criticism. 50+ year old recordings of live takes are always going to have issues. And any live playing by anyone no matter how virtuoso has imperfections in timing etc. That's what makes it so much better than metronomic machine music.
If I could get a dollar again, I would hold it till that eagle grins! That has to be the best line I've ever heard in a song, genius writing, if you understand old currency, the eagle's beak on them old coins looks like it's making a sad frown face, so I get what dude was trying to convey, I laughed my ass off, I know it ain't funny cause these songs come from the bluest of blue places, but the laughter you feel when you hear something so clever, made my day to even hear it, great stuff
On the day I was laid off I happened to be listening to this at one point in the day and in a way I can't explain I was overcome with grief and started balling. This is the only song that's ever done that to me so it holds a special place close to my heart.
Once I lived the life of a millionaire
Spending my money'n I did not care care
Carrying my friends out for a good time
Buyin’ bootleg liquor, champagne and wine
Lord but I got busted and I fell so low
Didn't have no money and nowhere to go
This is the truth, Lord, without a doubt
Nobody wants you when you're down, I mean
Nobody wants you when you’re down
Lord, the other day I asked a man for my rent
He told me, boy, the money he had spent
But I tried my best to try one or two
That's everything that I could do
Lord, nobody let me have one lousy dime
I now get worried now all the time
But I'm gon' tell you this is the truth, Lord, without a doubt
Nobody wants you when you're down
Nobody wants you when you're down
Lord, if I could get my hands on a dollar again
I would hold it till that eagle grins
I would try just for one little house
Nobody knows me when I'm down and out
Lord, I tried for another day
To make troubles in my own way
But I'm gon’ tell you the truth, Lord without a doubt
Nobody knows me when you’re down, I mean
Nobody knows me when you're down