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Alan's solo:
Gather roun' 'n hear my story Oh boy! 'Bout the time when Jelly Roll was in town (Stompin' it off, stompin' it off...) He heard a local pianist What joy! Stompin' out music on an old upright pi-ano Here comes King that was downright ragged in a Scott Joplin way (Here he comes-Master of the stomp) Ol' Jelly knew the fella could play Dig him! by the things he heard his right hand say (Now - we're gonna romp)(There was no doubtin' that the man could swing)When Jelly Roll demanded his name Hail! King Porter Well, the man responded "Porter King" (Dig 'Im!) By order! Well, Jelly lef' th' city, but he wrote (Dig 'Im!) Y' wanna dig 'im a rompin' ditty 'bout the Porter (Dig 'Im!) Y' gonna dig 'im who was "King O' The Stomp" Porter King sho' can stompJelly wrote a ditty 'bout a fella who could romp This is the tune - "King Porter Stomp"When Porter's stridin' hands are flyin' An' all his fingers are testifyin' His two feet stompin' in ragged time That's a feelin' that is so sublime - Y' dig it?He's generatin' so much excitement Y' keep forgettin' just what uptight meant N' that's that fella named Porter King His style's the essence o' Swing(Well, well, well)Oh, well, go on n' tell itCheryl's solo: When Jelly first heard Porter King He declared he heard the very heart an' soul of swing A certain ragged kind o' romp in between a jump and a stomp When Jelly heard, well, he really knew because he played too That Porter was a King, really n' truly a stone king Another thing, somethin' never heard of "Somethin' else" is the sort o' phrase A fella'd prob'ly have t'use if'e was gonna describe the way Porter playsThere never was - an never's gonna be another strider fine as he I know no other ear will ever hear another like it here.Cheryl's solo background: Who you hunchin'? Dig them stompin' See them bunchin' They rompn'Sweat is poppin' Hips're rollin' Funk is droppin' Souls soulin'Heat is massin' Folks're swingin' Time is passin' Arms flingin'There's contagion Takin' over Swing is ragin' All overJanis' solo: Hey!!! Stop that!!! That stomp knocked me outta my hat! Who's that abusin' piano? Tell me his name, because he's boun' f' fame 'N how'd he figure such rhythm? Did he bring it here with 'im? What kinda cat is King Porter? Plinkin' an' plunkin' that romp he calls a stomp.Janis' solo backgrounds: Everybody groovin' and gigglin' Mercy! Take a look at that wigglin' See the cutie in the corner She's losin' her blues by stompin' outta her shoes The folks are hoopin' n' hoppin' Dig how all the fingers're poppin' Over there's a wild cat stone drunk The floor be his bunk.Tim's solo: Stomp, stomp, stomp, stomp Just keep on ballin' till we start fallin' right through the floor It's so natch'ral You want more? Come - git it!Porter - he's the King! He knows how to stomp an' swing, That's King Porter Master of how to stompTim's solo backgrounds: Outside the moon is beamin' Inside the joint is steamin' Them folks can really, really party All night long Porter's stompin' Gits everybody rompin' Then everybody knows that one thing Porter's king.Who's the absolute Master of Stomp? King Porter! The rollicking Rajah of Romp? King Porter! The plinkin'est plunker This side o' the border? Who? Except King PorterWho is the King of the Keys? King Porter! An' constantly able to please? King Porter! An' who tickles ivories like nobody livin'? That's King Porter! He's the man!Unloosen yo' shoes (unloosen yo' shoes) Start payin' them dues (start payin' them dues) Git shed o' them blues Git shed o' them - Dang them blue! You don't shed 'em, you lose Spend a quarter! (spend a quarter) Give the order! (give the order) Mr. Porter - Mister Barrellhouse man git t' stompin' Make 'em git hot - git 'em rompin The got t' dig King Porter Stomp! |
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| 2. |
| 2:52 |
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Rhythm n' happiness
Souls in bliss 'n havin' fun (Oh no) If you can't there's nothin' to it (Oh no) I'm thinkin' I have t' paint you oneI'm gonna paint a sepia panorama so full of life the painting will come alive Bathed in blues 'n full of drama An' all the swing they needed so they'd survive I'll add some tans an' yellow ocher Such soul! So full of rhythm an' then some orange t' tone up the black a bit My goal is to be with 'em Purple haze t' lull the smoker What swing! What syncopation an cherry red t' loosen the back a bit That thing captured a nationAn' then a mere patina of subtle green Get down with me - you'll dig my study in brown to lighten up the purple n' tone it down Get down with me - tell about it all over town A dancing glow to highlight the subtle scene Get down with me - Dig how I'm paintin' the town an' there you'll have a study in brown My study in brownWell, git brown! Oh yeah, brown is the pigment Well, git down! Oh yeah, that's what cha' really meant Clown! Oh yeah, that's some studyWe're puttin' down "A Study In Brown"Coda: (That's why we're callin' it, "A Study In Brown!")Git brown! Oh yeah, brown is the pigment n' git down! Oh yeah, that's what cha' really meant Clown! Oh yeah, that's some studyDig what I mean! It's in the sceneWhat cha' talkin' 'bout? (Rhythm-A-Ning) That's my scene rhythm n'dancin' (Rhythm-A-Ning) you can add real romancin' (Yep!) I'll come clean, That's the way I like it Y' start real thin, then put some color in (Rhythm-A-Ning) Fuschia hues blended with subtones (Rhythm-A-Ning) Spread them blues, blarin' trombones (Yep!) Paint that scene Just the way I like it A dab or two - that's how to do it.Y' talkin' loud, hope people hear y'Hey dad! Mama's gonn git 'cha soon as you git home!Thats the ticket But where'd y'fin' th' wicket? from Verse to Coda |
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| 3. |
| 3:36 |
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That's swing! Yes, sir!
(Swingin' from the time of birth) Hip thing - gasser! (Swingin' fit t'shake the earth) My man! Benny! (Swing a man for all he's worth) that's Moten's thingSwing, that's the thing Y'gotta dig it Bust loose 'n give it a try Go! Go! Go! Swing it! Swing it! Swing it!Put some pepper in the pot 'n that'll make it sweet an' hot 'Cause you're swingin', swingin', swingin'Violin Solo/Background Vocals: Take it Jackson! Make some action, oh, yeah Stir it up, stir it up, stir it up, stir it up Benny Hey! Moten's motion Makes you feel some, oh, yeah Stir it up, stir it up, stir it up Let the chick steal some - GO!!!Let the chick steal some - GO!!!Aw - shake that pretty little bundle Til you're poppin' your top "Cause I'm jus' gittin' in the groove Baby, please don't stop Ooh - turn me loose, lemme go, gimme room, lemme flow like water downstream I'm livin' my dream. swingin' like a rusty gate - oops! That's it, it's the Moten's swingIf you ever git it, don't 'cha run wit it, Benny done did it way back Yes, sir, Mr. Moten It's his thing That's swingin' - He's a swingin' itNobody can define it It's a thing you can't describe in words It's swingin', it's swingin' Swing, they call it Benny Moten does itMos' people groove behin' it Crowdin' every ballroom floor in herds Jes' swingin', an' swingin's What they call it Benny Moten was itSatchmo from Oliver defined it - Singin' Basie with Moten, he refined it - swingin'Now everyone's hip Everyone's hip to the tip People say it drives you crazy Everyone digs that thing Everyone likes a fling Everyone likes to swing |
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| 4. |
| 2:58 |
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A-tisket, a-tasket
A brown and yellow basket I sent a letter to my mommy On the way I dropped itI dropped it, I dropped it Yes on the way I dropped it A little girlie picked it up And put it in her pocketShe was truckin' on down the avenue Not a single thing to do She went peck, peck, peckin' all around When she spied it on the groundShe took it, she took it, My little yellow basket And if she doesn't bring it back I think that I will dieA-tisket, a-tasket I lost my yellow basket And if that girlie don't return it Don't know what I'll doOh dear, I wonder where my basket can be? (So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we) Oh gee, I wish that little girl I could see (So do we, so do we, so do we, so do we, so do we)Oh why was I so careless with that basket of mine That itty-bitty basket was a joy of mineA-tisket, a-tasket, I lost my yellow basket Won't someone help me find my basket And make me happy again, again!(Was it green?) No, no, no, no (Was it red?) No, no, no, no (Was it blue?) No, no, no, no Just a little yellow basketA little yellow basket |
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| 5. |
| 3:34 |
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Why do robins sing in December?
Long before the Springtime is due? And even though it's snowing, violets are growing I Know Why and so do you Why do breezes sigh ev'ry ev'ning whispering your name as they do? And why have I the feeling stars are on my ceiling? I Know Why and so do you When you smile at me I hear gypsy violins When you dance with me I'm in heaven when the music begins I can see the sun when it's raining hiding ev'ry cloud from my view And why do I see rainbows when you're in my arms? I Know Why and so do you I Know Why and so do you |
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| 2:45 |
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Once a mockingbird (dig) - he was overheard (what)
-singing out a word (I) - to a cattle heard: (heard) (Quoth the mockingbird - "dig what I'm layin' down") "All you bovine creatures - dig what I'm layin' down!"All you sinners drop everything everything Let the melody and the harmony ring let it ring Lift arms up to Heaven and sing ring-a-ding Sing you sinners woncha sway n' swing what a thingStart with clappin' y'hands all about all about Don't be silent - Let the Lord hear y'shout shout it out And jus' let the music come out of yr snout Sing you sinners woncha sway n' swing check it out (Dig the drift of what I mean)In a world where there's no music (Old Scratch) Satan gets his kicks (He's up to his tricks) He'll be laughing up and down the banks (Hee, hee, hee) Of that river StyxYou're so wicked baby, and you're depraved You can rave It's apparent that you have misbehaved To your grave But if you should wanna be saved Jus' behave Take a listen now to the bird...Janis' solo: Stop all that chewin' yer cud - and all that standin' in the mud there Swing people! Swing every chortle from yer mortal portal I dig that everyone believes that all cattle prodigies are like a sneeze Hard blowin'-missin one lick of blowin' talent to show(If y'sing - y' gotta swing!)But remember that the day will come when you will be just steak on a plate (Folks, y'know it's fate) So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere - (before your swing arrives too late)Janis' solo, continued: That's a little too dark Still, it's true - we've got breath for such a limited time What are ya, stupid, ya cows?? - you'd think to sing was a crimeIn defense now; hence now; Here's comes Adele McCluck:Cheryl's solo: Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say you haven't heard the friendly bellowing swing of our friends the cows - as they shed their way from Teagarden to Fuller Instead of spendin' ev'ry day jus' sneakin' around to life another lick - These cats work on their cow-tone, so when they get up to blow They blow a fatter bone-tone into the ozone(And furthermore...)Alan's solo: You tweety-birds are always singin' away Never givin' up thought of what you say We cows do - shedding takes up most of our day So when we start and settle in to play - we can say A moo is an array of what we've always known to be the best and only way to play(What we mean to say is...)Before the band will letcha sing (Sing with Fletcher Henderson) You've got to get y'self to swing (Like the Bean or Satch) So your horn can blow - a single note or two of deeper thinking (That's the way to swing) So set your mind upon a tone (When you're shedding all alone) And you will have a cornerstone (Like the bass trombone) Blow your horn and take a bow So that you're swinging like the cows Pythagoras would be so proud of us |
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| 2:48 |
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I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea, and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup boy I love java, sweet and hot Oops, mister motor, I'm a coffee pot Shoot me the pot and I'll pour me a shot A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup Ooh, slip me a slug from that wonderful mug And I'll cut a rug till I'm snug in a jug A slice of onion, and a raw one Draw one, waiter, waiter, percolater I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea, and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup boy Boston beans, soy beans I said the little, itty-bitty green beans, Cabbage and greens You know that I'm not keen about a bean Unless it is a chili chili bean,boy I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea, and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup Ooh slip me a slug from that wonderful mug And I'll cut a rug that's snug in a jug Drop your nickel in my pot Joe, takin' it slow, waiter, waiter, percolater I love coffee, I love tea I love the java jive and it loves me Coffee and tea, and the java and me A cup, a cup, a cup, a cup, a cup boy
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| 8. |
| 3:02 |
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Saints and sinners, come one, come all
(Have a little revival) Losers, winners, answer my call "Cause right now the tent's up (Really it is) The word's out - (Truly, it is) An' has been since the dawn (Hear me tell ya) The call's out (Really it is) An' we're 'bout (Tendin' t'biz) To git this meetin' on - Hear me tellin' you Brothers n' sisters who want to repent (That's right!) You'll find what you've been lookin' for right here in the tentCheryl's solo: Lend an ear an' you'll see "Cause when it comes t' needin' savin' ain' nobody knows it better than me I was so low that I know that only a miracle like this is the only way t' heavenly blissIt's really the truth, Lawdy, I know it I know it 'cuz I been taken through it Now the spirits in me an' allowed the Lord t'win me, I can testify to itSweet, sweet the angel's song Sweet the feelin' I been searchin' for for ever so long I never again imagine livin' life like I was livin' when I lived wrongGit ready (Sing) Here they come! the choir's all set Be steady (Pray) See the people fillin' them pews Be willin' (All) To announce without a regret It's thrillin'! (Day) Tell the world the wonderful newsFolks are troopin' in from far 'n near f' news that they can hardly wait to hear They're nearly starved 'cause they're waitin' for food for the soul, yeahStarved 'cause they're waitin' for what will not grow oldPreacher's openin' up the book He's gonna pause awhile an' take a look 'n then he'll start tellin' everyone 'jes how t' do, yeahStart tellin' everyone jus' what's true, yeahSister Emmy Lou done gone t' shoutin' an jumpin' 'cause she feels the spirit the congregation's stompin' it's feet an' everybody's movin' outta their seat They really gonna get this meetin' on An' praise the Lord until the dawn(Yeah) - Hear that preacher spread the word (Hear that Preacher) 'cause its the greatest word you ever heard He's our teacher When he says "I'm callin' sinners right now you hear? I'm callin' sinners right to me" When ol' Satan grabs your soul When he grabs you It takes the Lord's true word to break his hold, Trouble nabs you So I say, "You got to listen mostly to me. You got to listen closely."Don't let the devil catch y' nappin' Gotta' keep the vigil every minute or the devil surely git you"Watch your step 'n how you act Watch what you do Mister Scratch is here, an' that's a fact He wants you too If anyone can stop him, I can That's why I'm the Preacher Man"We hear the word We hear your voice We know there really isn't any other choiceHead f'heaven t'day (We're on the gospel train) We can show you the way (Relieve all strain) Leave your cares and your woes (Yes!) Heaven knows (Yes!) Y' dodge that devil in his fine fancy clothes (Yes!) Come git aboard (We still got space) Hear the word of the Lord (We saved your place) Save your soul while y'can (Yes!) Sinner man (Yes!) Git on as fast as you can You've heard the sermon sublime Down South Camp Meetin' time! |
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| 9. |
| 3:14 |
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Janis' solo:
Brothers n' sisters listen while I tell you about the strangest thing Somethin' you might have heard before, like a bell's familiar ringTopsy-thought he had it all covered, Yes sir! Turvy, he never really had a mind to hear what Mr. Topsy had to sayIt's such a scene Fightin' all the time They're gettin' mean All the sparks're flyin' Is this a dream? Makes you wanna cry I'm gonna scream What's the point? I wonder why.Janis' solo continued: My, my, my, my, my people you should know - these cats'll never get no relief Turvy, and sweet - Top-sy - it's so pulverizin', paralyzin'; Doncha know? (YES YES)Tim's solo: Y' know I really don't get it That's the way it always seems to be-dread it Everytime I come around these cats are always scrappin' Yappin' all about some little fluffy piece of ding a lingin' stain around the elbow A bit of this, a bit of that - you bet your dollar that the joint's a hellzapoppin' Man alive! Topsy's in a fit Turvy's in a snit Ain't there anyone here who can put out the fire?This is the most exasperatin' situation tell ya I ain't-never seen the likes of this one And I have seen a bunch that'll really make y' think about it Wait a minute, hold your horses, here they comin' nowOh Mr. Topsy you sure bring me down Better believe you're spittin' the cotton-you are spittin' the cotton now Ah! And Mr. Turvy your head's no where bound It's somethin' I would rather do without Ha! Ain't you had enough of Topsy Turvy I've had more than I can handle n' it's tested my patience now Sick and tired of this crazy scene I'm a little more than sick n' tired, oh, I'm really wired There's another way to go about this brother Won'tcha hear me now, got'ta dig what I'm 'bout to tell ya Loving one another's what I mean Boy love'll really straighten y' out - If you'll only check it outIt's such a scene Fightin's such a crime Now, they're gettin' mean Bound t' lose their mind Man, is this a dream? Wastin' so much time Help! I'm gonna scream Wastin' yours And wastin' mineTopsy Turvey's World is Topsy Turvy a little lovin' might undo it Just because they can't meet in betweenWoe, (oh) Woe (no) Woe (oh) Woe (no) Woe Woe, Woe, Woe, Woe, Woe Woe, (oh no) Woe (oh no) Woe (oh no) Woe (oh no) Woe Top-sy Tur-vy Top-sy Tur-vy OoooooohWhat a pity |
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| 7:13 |
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See the white and fluffy clouds
Adore the sun As he shines his light On each and every one Still, those clouds can hide his light Till the day becomes like night So my light heart would darken too If I ever lost youAs the clouds begin to shed Their tears of rain So my aching heart would Shed its tears of pain Till that happy moment when Darkened clouds roll by and then White and fluffy clouds Adore the sun once againCheryl's Solo: When I was young I'd long to touch a cloud On my back on a bed of green I'd contemplate the cloud scene They would form themselves into a lot o' different kinds o' pictures Of the kind that pre-existed in my mind Paintin' the kind o' scene That I never saw on a wide screen Look! Ain't that Moses on the mount! There! Monte Christo an' a gallant count! Four white horses and a coach Proceeding madly to approach the sunlit castle of his majesty the kingIsn't that a flying saucer and a pilgrim out of Chaucer going by? They're all right there in a cloud Standing tall and proud How thrilling to see! A panorama that will never end like the movies do "Cause they're yours alone an' under your direction How'd y'like the movie that was showin' t'day? An' what a cast! An' not only the casting but a story full of glory everlasting the errant, fluffy clouds doing everything they have always done Like adore the sun Come out an' do their thing againStephane Grappelli/Stochelo Rosenberg Solo See the white, fluffy clouds adore the sun As he shines his light on each and every one White and fluffy clouds adore the sun Once again. |
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| 11. |
| 3:11 |
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I'm hurrying home to you
I'm through with being lonely I'm hurrying home to you Don'cha know you're my one and only Fast fast travelin' fast dear The quarrels of the past we'll keep 'em in the past(Higher Higher Ever Higher)Skyliner Skyliner flying so freely We seem to really touch heaven Sunbeams all dance on your wings where the light falls And then when night callsStars giving a show for the people below the sky(I'll get home sooner if the)Jet streams behind me memories remind me Your love will guide me Skyliner fly(Right to your lover and then)You'll hold him closely And sing to him sweetly Skyliner SkylinerA silver stream that's crystallized Shining its rays across the sky('n bye and bye the clouds roll by)Why don't we dig that crazy kingdom in the sky, thatHi-fly swinging in the Sky-liner Just forgetting the troubles below meAlan's solo: Flyin' in the sky It's a natural kind of high When you're ridin' in the atmosphere The steadily movin' ozone will direct you to this song you want to hearHey (you dig me) If I'm dreaming shake me(better believe it) Say (you wig me) If I'm sleeping wake meTim's solo: It's a little short time now upon this place We're workin' a lot n' frettin' about The who have n' who have not So please just take a moment out And move a little closer We will sing this song and try to make you happyGiving a show for the people below as we fly Hearing the beat of the motors with a sigh(And so we're riding on the)Skyliner Skyliner (I'm hurrying home to you, I'm through with being lonely) flying so freely (I'm hurrying home to you, don'cha know you're my one and only) We seem to really touch heaven (Fast fast hurrying fast dear-the quarrels of the past we'll keep 'em in the past)Sunbeams all dance on your (I'm gonna be holdin' you, And now I'm feelin' jumpy) wings where the light falls (I'm gonna be holdin' you, I don't care if the ride gets bumpy) Then when the night calls (Fast fast travelin' fast dear) |
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| 3:12 |
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The jam is jumpin'
the drums are pumpin' the groove is lockin' in the rhythm like we want it to beNo time for stallin' We're really haulin' we've gotta keep it in the pocket or we'll stagger behindYou never know just when to leave it when you're riffin' in time Or if the time itself will falter, or of words even rhyme But we admit, the trick to it is not to think about it when you're busy bravin' all the notes in the lineThis time we mean it We're gonna swing it And take you right up to the end before we try to unwindI've never been the kind of guy who could just normally quit Never could decide when to rest my pride and feel all right with just good enough Thoughts, they gather tellin' me to look to find a bright new way to assemble all the stimulated motives that haunt me tryin' a live it, be in the moment, tryin' to sing it alone can beckon to me, a feelin' of being bent so I believe, takin' a leave is the brightest way to stop All the chatter boxin' going 'round in my brain so I'm wailin' - movin' and groovin' this part of this song I hope that my riff's good enough to keep better leave it now or go out of my mindNow I dig you think that perfect's what we should make it But I've been down that road and I can tell ya how we feel's the most important thing about it Whether you're right or whether you might think we're pathetic A little lighter on the reins will help you loosen up the chains that are still binding you - In the past, whenever thoughts I had would try to re- evaluate all that i would do I'd hesitate, consolidate, and motivate All the little pearls of doubt that strive to break up every single bit of precious joy that flowed from God's soul spark that shines within me That's it in a nut shell So take advice from this sap, go for feel and leave it aloneNow's the time to sing Swing is what we bring Rhythm that's the thing To really get your spirit movin' higherGonna jump and play Dance the night away Make you really sway And let the music take you even higherE-lla sang this song real special Come on, come on - we'll sing this special song for youOne more one we'll go but before we blow we want you to know The take is really good enough, we'll keep it! |
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| 13. |
| 3:00 |
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I'm headin' for the station with a pack on my back
I'm tired of transportation in the back of a hack I love to hear the rhythm of the clickety clack And hear the lonesome whistle See the smoke from the stack And pal around with democratic fellows named "Mac" So, take me right back to the track, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo-Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack!You reach your destination but alas and alack You need some compensation to get back in the black You take a mornin' paper from the top of the stack And read the situations from the front to the back The only job that's open needs a man with a knack So, put it right back in the rack, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack!Gonna settle down by the railroad track And live the life o'Riley in a beaten down shack So when I hear a whistle I can peep thru the crack And watch the train a rollin' when it's ballin-the-jack For I just love the rhythm of the clickety clack So take me right back to the track, Jack!Choo-Choo Choo-Choo Ch-Boo-gie Woo-woo, Woo-woo Ch' Boogie Choo-Choo Choo-Choo-Ch-Boo-gie Take me right back to the track, Jack! last |
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