If you want your soul set free,
lift your voice and sing with me
(scat).
If the Devil grabs your hand,
Here's one thing that he can't stand,
(scat).
Walkin' down to the river, sing'n' a hallelujah song,
Oh Lord!
Up jumps the Devil before you, just keep ploddin' along!
Tell old Satan how you feel,
Get the Devil off your heel,
(scat).
Keep your spirit way up high,
Look up to the sky,
Stand up and shout "Hallelujah, oh-oh!
Hallelujah, oh-oh!".
If that old Devil should grab your hand,
Here's one thing that he can't stand,
Shout sister, shout sister, shout!
Oh Lord!
Shout!
Oh Lord!
(scat)
Oh shout, oh shout!
Oh come on down, just a little bit joy!
(scat)
Oh shout, oh sister shout!
(scat)
(scat)
Just tell old Satan how you feel,
Get that old Devil right off your heel!
Shout sister, shout sister, shout!
Oh Lord!
Shout!
Oh Lord!
I think one of the differences between music of this era and today, it was varied. Musicians did all sorts of crazy stuff. Bands and singers looked for their unique sounds. And maybe the crude technology allowed the uniqueness to come through where today the technology, especially digital takes out the unique in favor of smoothing everything out to the same perfection which make much of today's music sound similar and a bit boring.
Thank you too! Connee worked out the trio’s arrangement of Shout, Sister, Shout, by Clarence Williams, late at night under a pale blue light. It was very advanced for its time, a masterpiece in the Boswell Sisters’ repertoire. There are three parts, three melodies, and the chant effect is exceptionally startling. Grtz, Aad
In gospel-ly mood, Connie's voice is as eerily beautiful as Robert Johnson's.
Nearly ninety years old, but if an unknown trio released an album like this today it would cause a sensation.
Those girls weren't ahead of their time- they were above Time.