“The County Farm Blues”:
A Short Revisionist History
by T. DeWayne Moore

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Vicksburg Evening Post, Sep 13, 1917. |
"The County Farm Blues" was recorded on February 12, 1940 in Atlanta, Georgia, one of the last of in upwards of 150 sides recorded by arguably the most professional songwriter and recording artist of the Pre-World War II South. Born to Henderson Chatmon while staying on the county convict farm of Dr. Dupree in Bolton, Mississippi, Armenter Chatmon came up in the highly musical world that seemed to reverberate around his father and mother on the farm (see, "Dr Dupree's Convict Farm," Hinds County Gazette, Oct 8, 1887). The family string band performed all around at different house parties and tourist destinations, some of which impressed so much that local journalists made note of these troubadours in brevities included in the Jackson Daily News (below).
Armenter (his brothers called him Bo) Chatmon later served as the central organizing force in The Mississippi Sheiks, a string band that has since achieved legendary status in the annals of American music. Due to the rest of the groups penchant for the nightlife of the Roaring 20s (so to speak), Bo was the group's manager and he held all of the group's money for travel, lodging, and other necessities during their excursions to record in such cities as 1) San Antonio, TX 2) Jackson, MS 3) Atlanta, GA 4) Grafton, WI 5) New Orleans, LA 6) Chicago, IL &7) Shreveport, LA. Major Records Companies--such as Okeh and Paramount--demonstrated their complete trust in him over and over again to handle everything involved with transporting the group safely and on time to recording sessions in major industrial cities--urban locales that contrasted sharply with the rural, flatness of the Delta.
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Jackson Daily News in the 1910s |
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Vicksburg (MS) American, July 6, 1907 |
Boy when I got arrestedWhat do you reckon man was my fine, hey boy
Boy when I got arrested,
What do you reckon man was my fine
I mean it twas a pick and a shovel,
And I tripped right on down the line
Said the jury they found me guilty,
And the clerk sure wrote it down, sweet baby
I mean the jury they found me guilty
And the clerk sure wrote it down
I mean the judge gimme ninety [days] and a hundred [dollar fine]
Down on the man’s little ole county farm
Said the hundred wasn’t so bad
But the ninety is so doggone long, sweet baby
I mean the hundred wasn’t so bad
But the ninety is so doggone long
I didn’t mind rollin’ up the ninety
But I got to be there all alone
I’d rather pay two hundred dollars
Than work them ninety long days
I’d rather pay two hundred dollars
Than work them ninety long all days
I didn’t have no idea the judge
You’d treat a poor prisoner this way
But I’m gonna roll up my ninety
Gon’ pay my fine and get gone,
Sweet baby I’m gonna roll up my ninety
Gon’ pay my fine and get gone
I’m gon’ wonder back in the Nation
Gon’ make the territo[ry] my home
The truth of his story knows no entendres, no comical theme, no slick language. Bo Carter was perhaps the most gifted individual who navigated the recording industry in the 1920s and 1930s. The historical truth of his more than legendary status challenges stereotypes about blues artists of the period and explodes the myths about blues musicians from the country. He was an efficient manager in almost every aspect of the business. He really was "an all-around man."
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