Jack Norton's Old-Time Radio Show: 1920s and 1930s 78 RPM Records
Jun 23, 2026 · 58 min · 15 segments
Travel back to the 1920s, 1930s, and 1940s as vaudeville blues and ragtime hokum musician Jack Norton spins his favorite 78 rpm records from his collection. From early hot jazz to jug band blues…
Tennessee T for Texas, T for Tennessee T for Thelma That gal that made a wreck out of me If you don't want me mama You sure don't have to stop If you don't want me mama You sure don't have to stop Cause I can get more women Than a passenger train can haul Holy, holy, holy I'm gonna buy me a pistol Just as long as I'm called Lord, Lord, I'm gonna buy me a pistol Just as long as I'm called I'm gonna shoot for Selma, just to see her jumpin' far.
Holy, holy, I'm going where the water drinks like cherry wine.
Sing them, boys, sing them.
Lord, I'm going where the water drinks like cherry wine.
Cause the Georgia water tastes like turpentine.
Oh, dearie.
I'm gonna buy me a shotgun With a great long shiny bow Gonna buy me a shotgun With a great long shiny bow I'm gonna shoot that rounder That stole away my gal Oh, lady, oh I'd rather drink muddy water and sleep in a hollow law I'd rather drink muddy water and sleep in a hollow law Than to be in Atlanta treated like a dirty dog If you ever had the blues, you know just how I feel.
If you ever had the blues, you know just how I feel.
I'm about to lose my love and galaxy.
Holly, holly, holly, holly, holly I love you, woman, but I don't like your low-down ways I love you, woman, but I don't like your low-down ways You've got me in trouble and now I'm serving days Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole Write me a letter, send it to me by mail Write me a letter and send it to me by mail Just send it to me in care of the Birmingham jail Ole-ee-ee-ee, holly ole-ee-ee-ee Holy, holy, holy Well, I ain't gonna marry No, I ain't gonna settle down Lord, I ain't gonna marry And I ain't gonna settle down I'm gonna be around Till the police shoot me down Holy, holly, holy, holly, holy, holy You can blow your whistle, mama, you can toot your horn You can blow your whistle, mama, you can toot your horn You're gonna wake up some morning and find your daddy gone.
Ole, ollie, ollie, ollie, ollie, ollie, ollie.
Tennessee T for Texas, T for Tennessee T for Thelma That gal that made a wreck out of me If you don't want me mama You sure don't have to stop If you don't want me mama You sure don't have to stop Cause I can get more women Than a passenger train can haul Holy, holy, holy I'm gonna buy me a pistol Just as long as I'm called Lord, Lord, I'm gonna buy me a pistol Just as long as I'm called I'm gonna shoot for Selma, just to see her jumpin' far.
Holy, holy, I'm going where the water drinks like cherry wine.
Sing them, boys, sing them.
Lord, I'm going where the water drinks like cherry wine.
Cause the Georgia water tastes like turpentine.
Oh, dearie.
I'm gonna buy me a shotgun With a great long shiny bow Gonna buy me a shotgun With a great long shiny bow I'm gonna shoot that rounder That stole away my gal Oh, lady, oh I'd rather drink muddy water and sleep in a hollow law I'd rather drink muddy water and sleep in a hollow law Than to be in Atlanta treated like a dirty dog If you ever had the blues, you know just how I feel.
If you ever had the blues, you know just how I feel.
I'm about to lose my love and galaxy.
Holly, holly, holly, holly, holly I love you, woman, but I don't like your low-down ways I love you, woman, but I don't like your low-down ways You've got me in trouble and now I'm serving days Ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole, ole Write me a letter, send it to me by mail Write me a letter and send it to me by mail Just send it to me in care of the Birmingham jail Ole-ee-ee-ee, holly ole-ee-ee-ee Holy, holy, holy Well, I ain't gonna marry No, I ain't gonna settle down Lord, I ain't gonna marry And I ain't gonna settle down I'm gonna be around Till the police shoot me down Holy, holly, holy, holly, holy, holy You can blow your whistle, mama, you can toot your horn You can blow your whistle, mama, you can toot your horn You're gonna wake up some morning and find your daddy gone.
Ole, ollie, ollie, ollie, ollie, ollie, ollie.
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