Chris Bouchillon

Hannah

by Chris Bouchillon

on The Original Talking Blues Man (1987) Good for What Ails You: Music of the Medicine Shows 1926-1937 (2005)

I'm still at the door, chilled to the core
Hannah darlin', maybe you take me back once more
I'm out in the snow and shivering so
My bones are rattlin' with the breezes that blow

Hannah be nice 'cause I done knocked twice
Let me in there black child 'cause I'm cold as ice
Something new, I smell chicken stew
Oh Hannah, I love only you!

Hannah, Hannah
Hannah, won't you open this door
Hannah, Hannah, won't you change your manner
This is old Bill Johnson, don't you love me no more?

I plead 'cause I need
That place behind the stove I used to have before
Hannah? Hannah?
Why the devil don't you open this door

Let me in please, honest I'll freeze
I'll catch the grip, I just started to sneeze
Put off that rhyme 'cause it sure is a crime
You singin' that song about "The Old Summertime"

Frost bitten feet, my nose is like a beet
Let me in there, Hannah, 'cause I need some heat
I love you still, and I always will
Hannah, Hannah, this is Bill

Hannah, Hannah
Hannah, won't you open this door
Hannah, Hannah, won't you change your manner
This is old Bill Johnson, don't you love me no more?

I plead 'cause I need
That place behind the stove I used to have before
Hannah? Hannah?
Why the devil don't you open this door

Hannah, Hannah
Hannah, won't you open this door
Hannah, Hannah, won't you change your manner
This is old Bill Johnson, don't you love me no more?

I plead 'cause I need
That place behind the stove I used to have before
Hannah? Hannah?
Why the devil don't you open this door

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