* That Will Happen No More * Blind Arthur Blake (Guitar / Vocal) * April 1927 * 3 min 02 Drawing : Heinrich Schott LYRICS " I met a girl at the cabaret, Said, "pretty papa I'm goin' your way. " Her man know what it all about. Waiting at home just to throw me out. Broke my nose, split my chin. " Don't let me catch you here again. " He whipped me from the kitchen back to the door. He beat me with the chair till my head got sore. That'll never happen no more. That'll never happen no more. The wind in Chicago, winter and fall, Is what caused me to wear my overalls. Got broke, was my fault. Been used to eating porkchops and meat and salt. I met a woman, just a pigmeat some. Bit fatmouth-me followed her. She pulled a gun, take my joint. Didn't leave me hard on, didn't get sore. That'll never happen no more. That'll never happen no more.

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