"Black Mountain Blues" lyrics - BESSIE SMITH

Back in Black Mountain, a child will smack your face
Back in Black Mountain, a child will smack your face
Babies cryin' for liquor, and all the birds sing bass

Black Mountain people are bad as they can be
Black Mountain people are bad as they can be
They uses gunpowder just to sweeten their tea

Back in Black Mountain, can't keep a man in jail
Back in Black Mountain, can't keep a man in jail
If the jury finds him guilty, the judge'll throw they bail

Had a man in Black Mountain, sweetest man in town
Had a man in Black Mountain, the sweetest man in town
He met a city gal, and he throwed me down

I'm bound for Black Mountain, me and my razor and my gun
Lord, I'm bound for Black Mountain, me and my razor and gun
I'm gonna shoot him if he stands still, and cut him if he runs

Down in Black Mountain, they all shoot quick and straight
Down in Black Mountain, they all shoot quick and straight
The bullet'll get you, if you start dodgin' too late

Got the devil in my soul, and I'm full of bad booze
Got the devil in my soul, and I'm full of bad booze
I'm out here for trouble, I've got the Black Mountain blues

To provide money for someone's bail is to "throw" their (they) bail.