Sippie Wallace (born as Beulah Thomas, November 1, 1898 – November 1, 1986) was an American singer-songwriter. Her early career in local tent shows gained her the billing "The Texas Nightingale". Between 1923 and 1927, she recorded over 40 songs for Okeh Records, many written by herself or her brothers, George and Hersal Thomas. Her accompanists included Louis Armstrong, Johnny Dodds, Sidney Bechet, King Oliver, and Clarence Williams. Among the top female blues vocalists of her era, Wallace ranked with Ma Rainey, Ida Cox, Alberta Hunter, and Bessie Smith.
In the 1930s, she left show business to become a church organist, singer, and choir director in Detroit, and performed secular music only sporadically until the 1960s, when she resumed her career. Wallace was nominated for a Grammy Award in 1982, and was inducted into the Michigan Women's Hall of Fame in 1993.
Wallace was born in the Delta Lowlands of Plum Bayou, Arkansas, one of 13 children, and later moved with her family as a child to Houston, Texas. In her youth Wallace sang and played the piano in Shiloh Baptist Church, where her father was a deacon, but in the evenings the children took to sneaking out to tent shows. By her mid-teens, they were playing in those tent shows. By performing in the various Texas shows, she built a solid following as a spirited blues singer.
You packed your bags for no return
To a barron land, a barron land
With oceans black as the night
And coals for sand
The pain it scratches deep below
It's surfacing, it's surfacing
You can't escape from the past
Or the secrets untold
So face your fears
Come out from the underground
Please, don't let my love pass you by
Pass you by
Please, don't let my love pass you by
Don't let it pass you by
Days are blurring into months
The years go by, the tears run dry
Your body remains
Still your soul has left long ago
So do you feel anything at all?
Please, don't let my love pass you by
Pass you by
Please, don't let my love pass you by
Don't let it pass you by
Redemption, redemption
Is over the hill
Forgiveness, forgiveness
Is not a bitter pill
So don't let our love dissipate
Dislocate
Salvation, salvation