Stick McGhee
Granville Henry McGhee, also known as Stick (or Sticks) McGhee, (March 23, 1917 – August 15, 1961) was an African-American jump blues guitarist, singer and songwriter, best known for his blues song, "Drinkin' Wine, Spo-Dee-O-Dee".
Early life
He was born in Knoxville, Tennessee, United States, and Granville received his nickname during the early years, when he was pushing his older brother, Brownie McGhee, who was stricken with polio, in a wagon with a stick. Granville began playing the guitar when he was thirteen years old. After his freshman year, Granville dropped out of high school and worked with his father at Eastman Kodak. In 1940, Granville quit his job and moved to Portsmouth, Virginia, and then he relocated to New York. There he entered the military in 1942 and served in the Army during World War II. In 1946, Granville was discharged and settled in New York.
Entertainment career
In the military, Granville often played his guitar. One of the songs, that McGhee was best known for, was "Drinkin' Wine, Spo-Dee-O-Dee". The original lyrics of the song were as follows:
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ALBUMS
- Sticks McGhee, Volume 2: 1951-1960, and the Complete Recorded Works of John Hogg, Stormy Herman, Square Walton and Levi Seabury released: 1997
- Sticks McGhee, Volume 1: 1947-1951 released: 1997
- On the Road released: 1959
- Sticks McGhee & John Lee Hooker: Highway of Blues released: 1959
Sticks McGhee, Volume 2: 1951-1960, and the Complete Recorded Works of John Hogg, Stormy Herman, Square Walton and Levi Seabury
Released 1997- New Found Love
- Meet You in the Morning
- My Little Rose
- No More Reveille
- Ease My Worried Mind
- Things Have Changed
- Travelin' On
- Help Me Baby
- Money Fever
- Sleep in Job
- Got a Mean Woman
- Why Did You Leave Me
- West Texas Blues
- Black Snake Blues
- Worrying Blues
- The Jitterbug
- Bad Luck
- Bad Hangover
- Gimme Your Bank Roll
- Fish Tail Blues
- Pepper Head Woman
- Boogie Beat
- Motherless Child
Sticks McGhee, Volume 1: 1947-1951
Released 1997- Drinkin' Wine Spo-Dee-O-Dee (1)
- Baby, Baby Blues
- Drinkin' Wine Spo-Dee-O-Dee (2)
- Tall Pretty Woman (Blues)
- Lonesome Road Blues
- Blues Mixture (I'd Rather Drink Muddy Water)
- I'll Always Remember
- Blue and Brokenhearted
- My Baby's Comin' Home
- Drank Up All the Wine Last Night
- Venus Blues
- Southern Menu
- Let's Do It
- She's Gone
- House Warmin' Boogie
- Blue Barrelhouse (instr.)
- One Monkey Don't Stop the Show
- Tennessee Waltz Blues
- You Gotta Have Something on the Ball
- Oh What a Face
- Wee Wee Hours Pt. 1
- Wee Wee Hours Pt. 2 (instr.)
Born: 1917-03-23
Died: 1961-08-15
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Babies In The River
by: Stuck Luckylooking back now on days gone by wishing for a time when you could survive with the hopes and the dreams that you formed and had see the hounds of hell how they flock and gag murder for a buck got your head in the bag say you really want this already signed your toe-tag fame is the bait direction is the trap let's all hum along while the shit flows strong got a few tapes got a few disks as long as we can listen to something more than this really jonesin' for the fill really begging for the fists gotta get away from the fucking neck twist mentors heroes and idols are dead wanna push the red button see how all of this has fled like birds to the south for the winter this is bitter this lack of innovativeness and imagination see your vanity don't mean much to me gotta thorn in my side but a great attitude blood in the stream see your babies in the river raping us all for a buck i won't let it your idols are dead your heroes are gone to the industry see we'll fight you through song bring us all up bring us all down turn this shit up and smash it all down call me worried as hell say i'm too involved think i'm worn too thin just a little closed now spending all this time being stuck in the middle money is the root and i see your evil if i'm right you're wrong this is the song we all shall sing unless your dead i'm gone