Jimmie Rodgers – Jimmie Rodgers’ Last Blue Yodel

About the song

Jimmie Rodgers’ Last Blue Yodel is a song written and recorded by Jimmie Rodgers. It was recorded on May 18, 1933, in New York City, and released posthumously on December 20, 1933. The song is a classic example of Rodgers’ blues yodeling style, and it has been covered by many artists, including Hank Williams, Bob Dylan, and The Rolling Stones.

The song is a lament about the singer’s hard life and his troubles with women. The singer sings about how he has been “rocked in the cradle of love” and “raised on the bottle,” and how he has been “fooled by women” all his life. The song ends with the singer expressing his hope that he will find a woman who will love him for who he is.

Jimmie Rodgers’ Last Blue Yodel is a powerful and moving song that captures the essence of the blues. It is a song about love, loss, and the human condition. The song is a testament to Rodgers’ songwriting skills and his ability to connect with his audience.

Jimmie Rodgers was an American singer-songwriter who was one of the most popular and influential country music artists of all time. He was born in Meridian, Mississippi, in 1897, and he began his musical career in the early 1920s. Rodgers was known for his distinctive yodeling style and his wide-ranging musical influences, which included blues, jazz, and cowboy music. He was also a prolific songwriter, and he wrote many of his own hit songs, including “T for Texas,” “Blue Yodel No. 1,” and “In the Jailhouse Now.”

Rodgers died of tuberculosis in 1933, at the age of 35. He was one of the first country music artists to be inducted into the Country Music Hall of Fame, and his music continues to be enjoyed by fans around the world.

Here are some additional details about the song:

  • The song is in the key of G major.
  • It has a tempo of 120 beats per minute.
  • The song is played in a 4/4 time signature.

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Lyrics

Well, I love the womenAnd I love them all the sameI love the womenAnd I love them all the sameI love the womenBut not enough to give them my name
These women make a foolOut of me, Lord out of me
I take a girl to dinnerShe hangs around my neckWhen I take a girl to dinner, LordShe hangs around my neck she pays the taxiAlso pays my check
These women make a foolOut of me, Lord out of me
Well, she rubs my back with alcoholJust to cure my coughWell, she rubs my back with alcoholJust to cure my coughWell, I almost broke my backTrying to lick the alcohol off
These women make a foolOut of me, Lord out of me