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In the Summertime

Mungo Jerry

℗ 1970 Dawn Records DNLS 3008

℗ 1970 : Mungo Jerry

Mungo Jerry • 1970 • In the Summertime

Mungo Jerry's debut album, released hot on the heels of the mega-selling «In the Summertime», was more or less a straightforward recapitulation of what was already regarded as among the hottest live shows around. Although a handful of concert favorites («Mighty Man», for one) were lacking, the kazoo-powered «Maggie», the pounding country-bop «Johnny B. Badde» and a barnstorming reworking of «Baby Let s Play House» were all present and dynamically correct, together with the unequivocally titled «Mother Fucker Boogie», a knock-'em-dead instrumental duet for piano and mouth organ that says as much about Mungo Jerry's sense of fun as any of the band's better-known numbers. Although Mungo Jerry is clearly the work of a band still finding its feet, all the hallmarks of the group's future career are already visible, both good and bad. In the latter category, the songwriting conflict that would eventually see Paul King depart the band is painfully evident, as the haunting «Movin' On» and «Tramp» deliver melodies and arrangements far from the stamping, hooting, honking glee that was Ray Dorset's forte. Similarly, the somewhat samey style that would eventually scupper the band he left behind is mapped out by «See Me», a song that retrospect paints as a virtual medley of every great hit Mungo Jerry ever scored. At this stage, however, such fears and failings were far off in the future, and Mungo Jerry emerges triumphant, a mixed bag of jug-folk-blues that does indeed boogie like a «Mother Fucker Boogie». — Dave Thompson.

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In the Summertime

(Ray Dorset)

San Francisco Bay Blues

(Jesse Fuller)

I got the blues from my baby left me by the San Francisco Bay,
The ocean liner's gone so far away.
Didn't mean to treat her so bad, she was the best girl I ever have had,
She said goodbye, I can take a cry, I want to lay down and die.

I ain't got a nickel and I ain't got a lousy dime.
She don't come back, think I'm going to lose my mind.
If she ever gets back to stay, it's going to be another brand new day,
Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay.

Sitting down looking from my back door,
Wondering which way to go,
The woman I'm so crazy about, she don't love me no more.
Think I'll catch me a freight train, 'cause I'm feeling blue,
And ride all the way to the end of the line, thinking only of you.

Meanwhile, in another city,
Just about to go insane,
Thought I heard my baby, Lord, the way she used to call my name.
If I ever get her back to stay, it's going to be another brand new day,
Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay,
Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay,
Walking with my baby down by the San Francisco Bay.