I did a little more research on the Bessie Smith connection, and have found astonishing new evidence that Bigfoot is not only real, but may be a connoisseur of fine blues!
As you know, the lyrics of those old acoustic-recorded 78's are kind of hard to make out sometimes, but with the help of cutting edge technology I believe I have discovered that one of Bessie's famous recordings has been misinterpreted for many years. I hereby append the corrected version:
GIMME A BIGFOOT (AND A BOTTLE OF BEER)
Out in Skookum on a Saturday night
When the skeptics get together, it's just too tight.
They all gather at the trackway rut
And all they do is tut tut tut.
But Ol' Hannah Brown, from way cross town
Pulls out her plaster and throws it on down.
Just at the break of day,
You could hear old Hannah say
I wanna bigfoot and a bottle of beer.
Send me Patty, cos I don't care
that she smells kinda funky,
got a face like a monkey,
them skeptics got me down.
Don' need to chase when you'd rather sleep,
And he'll stomp you to death with them big ol'feet.
Check all your cameras and your guns,
They won't be loaded when the big guy comes.
I wanna bigfoot and a bottle of beer
Won't chase him cause I don't dare oh no
Send me cos I don't dare
[trumpet solo here: on original this was exquisitely played by Louis "Squatchmo" Armstrong]
I wanna bigfoot and a bottle of beer;
Send me Patty, cos I don't dare.
I feel just like sittin' around.
Give the man with the wooden feet a drink,
Cause he brought me down.
He's got rhythm when he stomps his feet,
A mid tarsal break dancer hot and sweet.
Check all your cameras check your guns.
Ain't gonna be ready if the bigfoot comes.
I wanna bigfoot and a bottle of beer;
Send me cos I don't dare oh no,
Send me cos I don't dare.
