Songs that bring history to life Rhiannon Giddens
(Sings)
Water
Boy
(Guitar strum)
where are you hidin'?
(Guitar strum)
If you don’t come right here,
I’m gonna tell
your pa on you.
(Guitar strum)
There ain’t no hammer –
(Guitar strum)
that’s on this mountain
(Guitar strum)
That ring like mine, boy –
(Guitar strum)
that ring like mine.
(Guitar strum)
I’m gonna bust this rock, boy –
(Guitar strum)
from here to Macon.
(Guitar strum)
All the way to the jail, boy –
(Guitar strum)
all the way to the jail.
(Guitar strum)
You jack of diamonds –
(Music)
you jack of diamonds
I know you of old boy,
I know you of old.
You done robbed my pocket,
you done robbed my pocket
of silver and gold, boy,
of silver and gold.
Water Boy,
where are you hidin'?
If you don’t come right here,
I’m gonna tell your pa on you.
There ain’t no hammer
that’s on this mountain
that ring like mine, boy,
that ring like mine.
I’m gonna bust this rock, boy,
from here to Macon.
All the way to the jail, boy,
all the way to the jail.
Water
Boy
(Guitar strum)
where are you hidin'?
(Guitar strum)
If you don’t come right here,
if you don’t come right here,
if you don’t come right here,
I’m gonna tell
your pa
on you.
(Guitar strum)
(Applause)
Thank you.
That was a song based on
numerous work songs,
and it was arranged by Odetta,
a hero of mine.
And this next song, well,
I do a lot of historical music,
starting with the Carolina Chocolate Drops
and continuing on in my solo endeavors.
And I believe that knowing
your history as a musician
is super important –
it’s important as a person,
it’s important as a country,
it’s important as a people.
So I read a lot about where
the music comes from
and where this country comes from.
I’ve been reading a lot
about the Civil War
and about slavery.
And it’s really tough.
You know?
It’s really tough reading.
And so as an artist,
what I do with all that emotion,
reading these people’s stories,
not just, “Oh, slavery was terrible.”
Yes, it was.
But it’s reading individual narratives
of how it was for these people.
You know?
Then it’s like, “Yeah,
that could’ve been me.”
And it is people now. You know?
So what you do with all that emotion
is you’ve got to do something with it.
As an artist, I write.
So I wrote a song based on
some of those narratives that I read,
and it’s called, “Come Love Come.”
We’re going to do it for you now.
(Claps)
(Sings) Come love come,
the road lies low,
the way is long and hard, I know.
Come love come,
the road lies free,
I’ll wait for you in Tennessee.
(Music)
(Sings) When I was four,
my loving mam was cornered
by the boss’s man.
She turned her head and got struck down,
they buried her in the cold, cold ground.
Come love come,
the road lies low,
the way is long and hard, I know.
Come love come,
the road lies free,
I’ll wait for you in Tennessee.
(Music)
When I was 12,
my father dear
was strong of arm and free of fear
until the day he raised his hand,
then he was sold to Alabama.
Come love come,
the road lies low,
the way is long and hard, I know.
Come love come,
the road lies free,
I’ll wait for you in Tennessee.
(Music)
When I was 16, found my bloom
and found my man,
we jumped the broom.
We pledged each other
the rest of our lives
and on Saturday nights
we were man and wife.
Come love come,
the road lies low,
the way is long and hard, I know.
Come love come,
the road lies free,
I’ll wait for you in Tennessee.
(Music)
When I was 18,
bugles called
and boys in blue came o’er the wall.
I took my chance and followed free,
they led the way to Tennessee.
Come love come,
the road lies low,
the way is long and hard, I know.
Come love come,
the road lies free,
I’ll wait for you in Tennessee.
(Music)
Now here I sit in a tiny shack
with 13 others at my back.
I’ve sent you word,
so all I can do
is wait and wait and wait and wait
and wait
and wait for you.
Come love come,
the road lies low,
the way is long and hard, I know.
Come love come,
the road lies free,
I’ll wait for you in Tennessee.
Come love come,
the road lies low,
the way is long and hard, I know.
Come love come,
the road lies free,
I’ll wait for you in Tennessee.
Oh,
oh,
oh.
Whoa … oh I’ll wait for you.
I’ll wait for you.
I’ll wait for you
I’ll wait for you.
(Applause)
Thank you.
So, with the dark
you have to have the light.
And in the African-American community,
it’s been the work of many
hundreds of years
to find a way to lift ourselves up.
So I’m going to end with a couple
of tunes from Sister Rosetta Tharpe,
one of the more influential
American music figures
that most of you probably never heard of.
If you have, I’m so happy.
She’s one of the innovators
of rock ‘n’ roll guitar,
and one of the first crossover artists
from gospel to secular.
She’s an incredibly important figure,
and I’m going to talk about her
whenever I can.
So these are a couple of her tunes.
And don’t worry – you’re going to get
your chance to sing.
(Music)
(Sings) Look down, look down
that lonesome road
before you travel on.
Look up, look up
and greet your maker,
for Gabriel blows his horn.
Weary totin' such a load,
goin' down that lonesome road.
Look down that lonesome road,
before you travel on.
Look down, look down
that lonesome road
before you travel on.
Look up, look up
and greet your maker,
for Gabriel blows his horn.
Weary totin' such a load,
goin' down that lonesome road.
Look down, look down, look down, look down
that lonesome road
before you travel on.
Up above my head
up above my head
I hear music in the air
music in the air.
Up above my head
up above my head
I hear music in the air
I hear music in the air.
Up above my head
up above my head
I hear music in the air
music in the air
and I really do believe
I really do believe
there’s a Heaven somewhere.
Up above my head
up above my head
I hear singin' in the air
singin' in the air.
Up above my head
up above my head
I hear singin' in the air
I hear singin' in the air.
Up above my head
up above my head
I hear singin' in the air
singin' in the air
and I really do believe
I really do believe
there’s a Heaven somewhere.
(Speaks) All right now, guitar man!
(Guitar music)
That’s Hubby Jenkins, y’all.
(Sings) Up above my head
up above my head
I hear shoutin' in the air
shoutin' in the air.
Up above my head
up above my head
I hear shoutin' in the air
I hear shoutin' in the air.
Up above my head
up above my head
I hear shoutin' in the air, that’s right,
and I really do believe
I really do believe
there’s a heaven somewhere.
(Speaks) All right now,
give me some of that bass.
(Bass solo)
Yeah!
Woo!
Jason Sypher on the bass.
Jamie Dick on those drums.
All right now,
I’m running out of time.
So it’s time for y’all to sing.
This is the call-and-response.
I call, you respond.
There are so many songs like this,
y’all know how it goes, don’t you?
You’re going to sing along?
I said, are you going to sing along?
Audience members: Yes!
Rhiannon Giddens: Here we go!
(Sings) Up above my head
AM: up above my head
RG: music in the air
AM: music in the air.
RG: up above my head
AM: up above my head
RG: music in the air
AM: music in the air
RG: up above my head
AM: up above my head
RG: music in the air
AM: music in the air
RG: and I really do believe
I really do believe
there’s a heaven somewhere.
One more time!
Up above my head
AM: up above my head
RG: I hear music in the air
AM: music in the air.
RG: Up above my head
AM: up above my head
RG: I hear music in the air
AM: music in the air.
RG: Up above my head
AM: up above my head
RG: I hear music in the air
AM: music in the air
RG: and I really do believe
I really do believe
there’s a heaven somewhere.
I said I really do believe
I really do believe
there’s a heaven somewhere.
Heaven somewhere.
(Holds note)
(Applause and cheers)
(Music ends)
(Applause)