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01-16-18, 01:52 PM
TAKING CARE OF NO BUSINESS* [roadie Howard Parker aka ‘H’ is the voice of the barman]

Jimi : Now, now then, whoa, you’re not making them, them tinkle, wait, wait, you’re not making them tinkle. Hold them by the, here like this, tink them together don’t stroke them together, don’t rub them, just tink them, hold them at the very tops of them and tink. All right, ready, but not too much though, you’re over doing it now. Okay now, now, okay now.

Noel: Hey, give us a beer can you, one for me, one for me, one for me, two beers ha-ha-ha
HP : “Get out you bum -hey what’s goin’ on- we don’t want your kind in here any more.” Oh Lord, o-oh.

Layin’ in the alleywa-ay
Maybe some rich fool will come my wa-ay
And throw me a dime
That’s all I need to get me more wine
All I got is to my name is a
Beat up guitar with three broken strings
And I sure kno-ow
I just ain’t takin’ care of no business

Looky here, hey kitty cat where are you goin’
uh-This part of the alley is my home
Walkin’ all over upside1 my wall
Boy you sure got a whole lot o’ gall
I had a sandwich in a paper ba-ag-uh but a
But a rat stole it u-huh ain’t that some drag
Lord I know, I know I
I sure ain’t-uh takin’ care of no business

Play the horn doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
(Sing it to me)-doo-doo-doo-doo…[etc.]

Now I tried to get me a job-uh
Feedin’ chickens and washin’ down hogs
But that meant standin’ up all of the time
And standin’ up to me is just like dyin’
I’m so lazy that-uh I could cry-y
The tears are just too lazy to fall out my eyes
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord I’m so-uh messed up-uh-hah
Can’t even take care of no business

Play it one more time, doo-doo-doo-doo…[etc]
Yeah-ah doo-doo-doo-doo…[etc.]

Oh, woe is me
oh-I sure wish I had me a sandwich, o’ah anything
I’m so broke I can’t even pay attention
Lord, I’m so poor I couldn’t even-uh give you the time
Yeah

The damned cat spilled the last bottle I had, hmm-hmm-hmm

*An early Hendrix title with “Curtis Knight & The Squires” no recording has surfaced, though CK used this title for one of the 1967 jams Jimi took part in at Ed Chalpin’s Studio '76'
1US argot for ‘against’


TAKING CARE OF NO BUSINESS

Official lyrics transcribed by Kathy Eberth, Michael Jeffery’s assistant (New York), for Yameta.
© 1971, 1975 Yameta c/o Sea Lark Music Co. Inc. A division of A. Schroeder Music Publishing Co. Ltd. London

Man, in the al-ley-way,
May-be some rich fool will come my way,
And throw me a dime,
That’s all I need to get me more wine,
All I got is to my name beat-up gui-tar with three broken strings,
And I sure know I just ain’t Tak-ing Care Of No Bus-‘ness.

Hey Kitty Cat, where are you goin’?
This part of the alley is my home,
Walkin’ all over on this side of my wall,
Boy, you sure gotta fool this dog.
I had sandwich in a paper bag,
But a rat stole it, ain’t that some drag
Lord, I know, I know,
I sure ain’t Taking Care Of No Business

Now I tried to get me a job,
Feedin’ chickens and washin’ hogs,
But that meant standin’ up all the time
And standin’ up to me is just like dyin’.
I’m so lazy that I could cry,
But tears are just too lazy to fall off my eyes.
Lord, Lord, Lord, Lord, I’m so messed up,
Can’t even Take Care Of No Business.

(Spoken)
Livin’ all the time,
I sure wish I had me a sandwich, anything.
I’m so broke I can’t even pay attention,
’m so poor I couldn’t even give you the time.