Tag: Rollin’ and Tumblin’

A few weeks ago, Lisa posted something on the Monterey Pop Festival with the Animals. After we got our power back on last week, I was browsing through Tubi, and there it was. It’s been so long since I saw the Monterey Pop Festival, I clicked play, and Canned Heat impressed the hell out of me with this song. Alan Wilson’s guitar and especially Bob Hite’s vocal. 

This is their take on an old Delta blues standard that goes back to Hambone Willie Newbern, Robert Johnson, and later Muddy Waters. Canned Heat didn’t try to modernize it too much. They kept the pulse steady, the guitar lines loose, and the vocal right up front, like it was happening in the room.

Bob “The Bear” Hite sings it rough but clear, leaning into the rhythm instead of forcing it. His voice is outstanding, and I know many who would kill to have it. Alan “Blind Owl” Wilson’s slide guitar moves in short phrases, answering the vocal like a second voice. The band holds everything in place with everything going in forward motion.

Canned Heat understood the song didn’t need fixing. They honored the blues structure and let feel do the work. It’s not about showing off licks, just getting the essence of the song right. Simple, direct, and built to roll all the way through. They are one of those underrated bands of the sixties, known for their 3 hits Going Up the Country (1968), On the Road Again (1968), and Let’s Work Together (1970). They are far better than that. A live album by them and John Hooker I can’t recommend enough called Hooker ‘n Heat. 

Rollin’ and Tumblin’

Well, I rolled ‘n’ tumbled
I cried the whole night long
Oh well, I rolled ‘n’ tumbled
I cried the whole night long
Oh well, I had the feelin’, baby
Something’s goin’ on wrong

Oh well, I really love you, baby
Come on and say you’ll be mine
Oh well, I really love you, baby
Come on and say you’ll be mine
Well, if you don’t like my taters
Don’t you dig up my vine

Oh well, I cried last night, mama
I cried the night before
Oh well, I cried last night, mama
I cried the night before
Oh well, I had the feelin’, baby
You don’t love me no more

Well, if the river was whiskey
I was a divin’ duck
Well, if the river was whiskey
I was a divin’ duck
Well, I would swim to the bottom
Baby, I wouldn’t come up

Oh well, I rolled ‘n’ tumbled
I cried the whole night long
Oh well, I rolled’ ‘n’ tumbled
I cried the whole night long
Oh well, I had the feelin’, baby
Something’s goin’ on wrong