Frank Edwards left home at 14 and played guitar and harmonica alongside Tampa Red. As World War II approached, Edwards joined seminal Mississippi bluesman Tommy McClennan and headed North, recording eight sides for OKeh in 1941 with Washboard Sam. After being discharged from the army he cut two songs for Regal in 1949, after which he continued playing on the street corners, juke joints and restaurants, before hitting the festival circuit during the folk revival. Thanks to Pete Lowry, Edwards released his first full album “Done Some Travelin’” in 1972 through Trix. When not onstage, the iconic Edwards, or “Mr. Frank” as he was commonly known, was a familiar face at the clubs, supporting other blues musicians in Atlanta. He joined the roster of Music Maker artists in the 1990’s, performing festivals once again before quietly passing away on his return home from a recording session in North Carolina for the Music Maker label on March 22, 2002.
I know you want to know what he's singing so here you go:
If the preacher was coming around, catch a bus and leave town.
He'll eat you out of house and home
He'll eat you out of house and home
Pluck chicken and leave you the bone
Pluck chicken and leave you the bone
Glad when the reverend go home.
I looked around and I thought he was through, looked around he getting a thigh or two
He'll eat you out of house and home
He'll eat you out of house and home
Pluck chicken and leave you the bone
Pluck chicken and leave you the bone
Glad when the reverend go home.
I looked around and I thought he was through, looked around for a neck to chew
He'll eat you out of house and home
He'll eat you out of house and home
Pluck chicken and leave you the bone
Pluck chicken and leave you the bone
Glad when the reverend go home.
I looked around and I thought he was through, looked around for a back to chew
He'll eat you out of house and home
He'll eat you out of house and home
Pluck chicken and leave you the bone
Pluck chicken and leave you the bone
Glad when the reverend go home.
I looked around and I thought he was through, looked around for a wing to chew
He'll eat you out of house and home
He'll eat you out of house and home
Pluck chicken and leave you the bone
Pluck chicken and leave you the bone
Glad when the reverend go home.
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