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I hate to see that evening sun go down,
I hate to see that evening sun go down, 'Cause my lovin' baby done left this town. If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today, If I feel tomorrow, like I feel today, I'm gonna pack my trunk and make my getaway. Oh, that St. Louis woman, with her diamond rings, She pulls my man around by her apron strings. And if it wasn't for powder and her store-bought hair, Oh, that man of mine wouldn't go nowhere. I got those St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be, Oh, my man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. I love my man like a schoolboy loves his pie, Like a Kentucky colonel loves his rocker and rye I'll love my man until the day I die, Lord, Lord. I got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be, Lord, Lord! That man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me. I got those St. Louis blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, I got the blues, My man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me, Lord, Lord! Another version ----------------------- A Got St. Louis blues.....blue as I can be; B There's two people in this world I just can't stand; There's two people in this world I just can't stand; That's a two-faced woman and a lyin' man; B I'm gonna leave this town walkin', talkin' to myself; I'm gonna leave this town walkin', talkin' to myself; Because the sweet woman I love, she belongs to somebody else. C (The following verse is so heavily scatted that it is virtually incomprehensible.) (Oh, I say, look here, sweet mama, someday your papa's... When that big old hound comes around... And when that big old piece of hound comes.. He's sure gonna leave this town.) B I'm goin' back to Chicago to have my hambone boiled; I'm goin' way back to Chicago to have my hambone boiled; Because these women in New York City let my good hambone spoil. D I got the St.Louis blues, sweet mama, got St. Louis blues, just blue, Blue as I can be, St. Louis blues; baby, Aw, your daddy got St. Louis blues, sweet mama, All those blues, I'm blue as I can be. Version 3 ------------------ I hate to see that evenin' sun go down, I hate to see that evenin' sun go down, 'Cause my baby has left this town. If I'm feelin' tomorrow, just like I feel today, If I'm feelin' tomorrow, like I feel today, I'll pack my trunk and make my get-away. St. Louis woman, with all her diamond rings, Stole that man of mine, by her apron strings; If it wasn't for powder, and her store-bought hair, That man I love wouldn't've gone nowhere! Nowhere! I've got the St. Louis blues, just as blue as I can be; Lord, that man's got a heart like a rock cast in the sea, Or else he wouldn't have gone so far from me! Gee, I love that man like a school boy loves his pie, Just like an old Kentucky colonel loves his rock and rye, I guess I'll love that man until the day I die. |
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Some of these days you're gonna be so lonely,
Some of these days you're gonna want me only, You'll miss my love and miss my kiss, You're gonna miss your little daddy when he goes away! You'll be so lonely alone without me, You know, baby, why I went away; Oh, when I'm leaving, there's no doubt your heart'll be grieving; You're gonna miss your daddy, mama, some of these days. |
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Folks, I'm goin' down to St. James Infirmary,
See my baby there; She's stretched out on a long, white table, She's so sweet, so cold, so fair. Let her go, let her go, God bless her, Wherever she may be, She will search this wide world over, But she'll never find another sweet man like me. Now, when I die, bury me in my straight-leg britches, Put on a box-back coat and a stetson hat, Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain, So you can let all the boys know I died standing pat. An' give me six crap shooting pall bearers, Let a chorus girl sing me a song. Put a red hot jazz band at the top of my head So we can raise Hallelujah as we go along. Folks, now that you have heard my story, Say, boy, hand me another shot of that booze; If anyone should ask you, Tell 'em I've got those St. James Infirmary blues. |
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| 3:12 |
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Folks here's a story 'bout Minnie the Moocher; she was a red hot hoochie
coocher. She was the roughest toughest frail; but Minnie had a heart as big as a whale. Hi de hi de hi de hi Ho de ho de ho de ho Hee de hee de hee de hee Ho oo waooo waoooo She messed around with a bloke named Smokey; She loved him though he was kokey. He took her down to Chinatown and showed her how to kick the gong around. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-whooooaaaa-ahhhh-ohh He-de-he-de-hee-de-he Ho-oh-ho-oh She had a dream about the king of Sweden; he gave her things, that she was needin'. He gave her a home built of gold and steel, a diamond car, with the puh-latinum wheels. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-ho-de-oh Skeedle-a-booka-diki biki skeedly beeka gookity woop! A-booriki-booriki-booriki Hoy! He gave her his town house and his racing horses; each meal she ate was a dozen courses. She had a million dollars in nickels and dimes; she sat around and counted it all, a million times. Hi-de-hi-de-hi-de-hi Ho-oh-whoaa-oh-oh-whoa He-de-he-de-hee-de-hee Poor Min! Poor Min! Poo-oor Min |
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| 3:15 |
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You sure is a rascal!
I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! When you dead in your grave, No more women will you crave. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, you rascal, you. I trust you in my home, You wouldn't leave my wife alone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, you rascal, you. I fed you since last fall, Then you got your ashes hauled. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you. You asked my wife to wash your clothes And something else I suppose. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, you rascal, you. You know you done me wrong, You done stole my wife and gone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, And something else you tried to steal. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Please don't me find you, rascal, you. Please don't let me find you, rascal, you! Please don't let me find you 'Cause you'll leave this world behind you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, you rascal, you. Ain't no use to run, I done bought a Gatling gun, And you still having your fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun, you rascal, you! I'm gonna kill you just for fun; The buzzards gonna have you when I'm done. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You done messed with my wife, And I'm gonna take your life. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you! Another version --------------------- I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! When you're dead and in your grave, No more women will you crave, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, you rascal, you! You messed with my wife, Now I'm going to take your life, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal, you rascal, you! You asked my wife for a meal And something else you tried to steal, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes, you rascal, you! You asked my wife to wash your clothes And something else, I suppose, I'll be glad when you're dead, you rascal, you! Version 3 -------------------- I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. When they bury you six feet deep No more fried chicken can you eat, I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be standing on a corner full of gin When they bring your dead body in, I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I took you to my home, You wouldn't leave my wife alone. I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, oh, you hound! I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. I'll be oh, so glad when you dead, you rascal, you. What's this thing you got Makes my wife think you're so hot? You dirty dog! I'll be glad when you dead, you rascal, oh, you hound! |
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| 3:09 |
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When your sweetie tells you, everything'll be okay,
Just skeep-beep de bop-bop beep bop bo-dope skeetle-at-de-op-de-day! If you feel like shoutin', advertise it just this way: And skeep-beep de bop-bop beep bop bo-dope skeetle-at-de-op-de-day! Don't give a hang what words you use at any time, Sing this silly language, without any reason or rhyme. When you face the preacher, there's only one thing to say: Just skeep-beep de bop-bop beep bop bo-dope skeetle-at-de-op-day! [Scat chorus] Another version ---------------------- [Starts with impressive scatting, then:] Spoken: [Bennie Payne?] Say, what you doin', boy? [Cab] Oh, man, I'm just scatting and going right on to town, Satchmo! When your sweetie tells you, everything'll be okay, Just: If you feel like shoutin', advertise it just this way: And Don't give a hang what words you use at any time, Sing this silly language, without any reason or rhyme. When you face the preacher, there's only one thing to say: Just [Followed by incredible scat-singing!] |
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Aw, you dog, you dirty dog,
You better stop your sniffing around like that; I know just what you're driving at! Aw, you dog, you dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty dog, You sniffing, snapping, yipping, yapping, Aw, you dog! Say, they got the news all over town, You and my wife been running 'round, Stop it 'fore I mow you down, Aw, you dog! Deacon Green's been talking, too, He said that he saw you Kiss my wife in the pew, Aw, you dog! Aw, you dog, you dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty dog, You better stop your sniffing around like that; I know just what you're driving at! Aw, you dog, you dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty dog, You sniffing, snapping, yipping, yapping, Aw, you dog! Aw, you dog, you dog, you dirty, dirty, dirty, dirty dog, You sniffing, snapping, yipping, yapping, Aw, you dog! |
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| 3:00 |
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"Man whats the matter with that cat there?"
"must be full of reefer" "full of reefer?!" "yea man" "you mean that cats high?!" "sailing" "sailing" "sailing lightly" "get away from here Man is that the reefer man?" "thats the reefer man" "I belive hes losing his mind" "I think hes lost his mind!" Oh have you ever met that funny reefer man (reefer man!) have you ever met that funny reefer man (reefer man!) If he said he swam to china, and he sell you south carolina then you know your talkn to that reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) If he said he walks the ocean, any time he takes the notion then you know your talkn to reefer man. Have you ever met this funny reefer man (reefer man!) oh baby baby baby reefer man reefer man If he trades you dimes for nickles and calls watermellons pickles then you know your talkn to that reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) If he takes a sudden mania he'll want to give you Pennsylvania oh you know your talking to the reefer man Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) Have you ever met funny reefer man (reefer man!) If he said one sweet is funny because he wont sell me atlantic then you know your talkin to that reefer man |
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| 3:09 |
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It was up at Mike's the other night,
There was really quite a sight, Gather round, folks, while I give you all the lowdown. Tables were filled with gaudy frails, Chewing on their fingernails; They were waiting for the man from Harlem. Drinks were served six bits a throw, Things were moving kind of slow, Everybody's nerves were getting jumpy. All at once the room was still, Men forgot all about their bill, Who should enter but the man from Harlem. Everybody rolled their eyes, Women starting heaving sighs, Someone hollered, "Music, lights and gin," Everybody cleared a space, They had big, broad smiles on every face, How they all loved to see the man from Harlem. When he started in to step He filled everyone with plenty pep, He twitched and squirmed; it just was a dirty shame. Everyone was in a daze, Women watched him with amaze, Each one said she'd have the man from Harlem. He looked over in the corner, And saw a couple of frails and they sure did look kinda low. Another cat walked up, and said to the man from Harlem, "Go over there and see what's the matter with them girls." And they said, "I'm kinda low." And he said, "I've got just what you need: Come on, sisters, light up on these weeds and get high and forget about everything." |
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| 2:47 |
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Evenin',
Every night you come and you find me, Must you always come and remind me, That my gal is gone. Hurry, evenin', Don't you see I'm deep in your power, Every minute seems like an hour, Since my gal is gone. Shadows fall On the wall, That's the time I miss her kiss most of all, Even though I try How can I go on? Take me, evenin', Let me sleep 'til gray dawn is breaking, I don't care if I don't awaken, For my gal is gone. Shadows fall On the wall, That's the time I miss her kiss most of all, Even though I try How can I go on? Take me, evenin', Let me sleep 'til gray dawn is breaking, I don't care if I don't awaken, For my gal is gone. |
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| 3:09 |
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| 3:27 |
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(The Zaz-Zuh-Zaz chorus has been simplified here from Cab's scatted version.)
Now, here's a very entrancing phrase, It will put you in a daze, To me it don't mean a thing, But it's got a very peculiar swing! Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay! Now, zaz-zuh-zaz was handed down From a bloke down in Chinatown; It seems his name was Smoky Joe, And he used to hi-de-hi-de-ho. Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay! When Smoky Joe came into town And he kicked the gong around, Any place that he would go Minnie the Moocher she was sure to go, With her zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay! It makes no difference where you go, There's one thing that they sure do know: There's no need for them to be blue, For the zaz-suh-zaz will always see them through! Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz, Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zay! |
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| 3:24 |
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It was down in Chinatown,
All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; There were millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky Joe. He was sweatin', cold and pale, He was lookin' for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out; Nobody made a sound, As he stood and looked around, And then you hear old Smoky shout: Saying, "Tell me where is Minnie? My poor Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?" "If you don't know Minnie, She's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!" [Scat chorus] "Just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there stood Minnie Kicking the gong around! Another version ---------------------- It was down in Chinatown, All the cokies laid around, Some were high and some were mighty low; Count millions on the floor When a knock came on the door, And there stood old Smoky Joe. He was sweatin', cold and pale, He was lookin' for his frail, He was broke and all his junk ran out; As he stood and looked around, Nobody made a sound, And then you hear old Smoky shout: "Tell me where is Minnie? Oh, I want my little Minnie! Has she been here, Kicking the gong around?" "If you don't know Minnie, Oh, she's tall and skinny, She gets her pleasure Kicking the gong around!" [Scat chorus] "You just tell her Smoky Joe Was here and had to go." And as he departed, The curtains parted, And there was Minnie Kickin' the gong around! |
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| 3:12 |
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Like someone that hasn't any country
Like a stranger visiting from Mars I went around alone, just like a rolling stone Until I read a message in the stars It must have been moonglow, 'way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you I still hear you saying, "Dear one, hold me fast" And I start in praying, Oh Lord, please let this last We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from ev'rywhere And now when there's moonglow 'way up in the blue I always remember that moonglow gave me you It must have been moonglow, 'way up in the blue It must have been moonglow that led me straight to you I still hear you saying, "Dear one, hold me fast" And I start in praying, Oh Lord, please let this last We seemed to float right through the air Heavenly songs seemed to come from ev'rywhere And now when there's moonglow 'way up in the blue I'll always remember, that moonglow gave me you |
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| 3:12 |
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If you'd like to be a jitter bug,
First thing you must do is get a jug, Put whiskey, wine and gin within, And shake it all up and then begin. Grab a cup and start to toss, You are drinking jitter sauce! Don't you worry, you just mug, And then you'll be a jitter bug! Hear this fat boy blowing his horn; He's been a bug since the day he was born, His favorite jitter sauce is rye, I swear, he'll drink it 'til the day he die! Toot your whistle and ring your bell, Oh, butchie-wutchie, time will tell, Don't you worry, you just mug, You'll always be a jitter bug! These four boys playing saxophone, Order jitter sauce by phone, Central, give me Harlem 4-9-4, I think these bugs could drink some more, They drink sauce from morn to night And never stop until they're tight, Don't you worry, they just mug, They're poor little jitter bugs! Now, here's old Father, a wicked old man, Drinks more sauce than the other bugs can, He drinks jitter sauce every morn, That's why jitter sauce was born, See him shake with his trombone, He just can't leave that sauce alone, Get along, Father, you just mug, You'll always be a jitter bug! There's Rip Van with his eyes a-twinkle, We named him after Rip Van Winkle, Like Rip, he'd sleep for twenty years If he could get his fill of beer, Rip drinks his sauce, gets on the stand, Soon he forgets that he's in the band, Don't awaken him, just let him mug; He'll always be a jitter bug. |
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| 3:00 |
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Fellows, if you're arn
I will spin a yarn That was told to me by Able Seaman Jones. Once he had the blues So he took a cruise Far away from night-clubs and from saxophones. He said, "Yo Ho, I've made a certain port And when you talk about real he-man sport": Hot ginger and dynamite There's nothing but that at night Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. The way they can entertain Would hurry a hurricane Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky wacky Woo. In Fujiama You get a mama Then your troubles increase. In some pagoda She orders soda Earth-shake milk-shakes, ten cents a piece. They kissy and huggy nice Oh, By Jingo! I'ts worth the price. Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. Now when the day is warm You can keep in form With a bowl of rice beneath a parasol. Every gentle man Has to use a fan And they only use suspenders in the fall. That's where the girls don't think of rings and furs. Gosh, it's the nicest place that ever weres. They give you a carriage free The horse is a Japanee Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. They sit you upon the floor No wonder your pants get sore Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. With Sweet Kimoner I pulled a boner I kept it up at high speed. I got rhumatics And then psyatics Halatosisis, that's guarenteed. You just have to act your age Or wind up inside a cage Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. With an ice-cream cone and a bottle of tea You can rest all day by the hickory tree But when night comes round, oh gosh oh gee, Mother, mother, mother, pin a rose on me. Those pretty mamas In pink pyjamas They try to give you a kiss Those torid teases In B.V.D.ses Heaven help a sailor on a night like this! Not too gentle and not too rough But you've got to tell them when you've had enough Back in Nagasaki Where the fellers chew tobaccy And the women wicky-wacky Woo. |
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| 2:38 |
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Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah! Oh, yeah!
Mama, that man's here again! Brothers and sisters, have you heard the news today? Now, I've been told that Mr. Van Chuba is in town to stay! He's the new sensation, He has lots of syncopation, Come on, gather 'round 'cause I've got more to say, Oh, yeah! Mama, Mama, that man is here again! Oh, yeah, oh, yeah! Mr. Van Chuba, came back from Cuba, Playing his tuba, That man is here again! He plays the hot number, Breaks up your slumber, You will dance the rhumba, Oh, yeah! That man is here again! When that man begins to swing, Everybody goes to town, Oh, he has that certain thing Makes you Suzy-Q, then you truck on down. He keeps you swayin', While he is playin', Everyone is sayin', "Oh, yeah, That man is here again!" [Scat chorus] That man is here, That man is here, is here again! |
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| 2:40 |
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| 3:01 |
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| 26. |
| 2:25 |
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(Jimmy Van Heusen / Willie Bryant / Al Donahue / Victor Selsman)
Do you wanna jump, children? Do you wanna run, children? If you want to start, children, One, two, three, Start jumpin' with me. Do you wanna sing, children? Do you wanna swing, children? Have you had your plan, children? One, two, three, Start jumpin' with me. I've got trouble, You've got trouble, Everybody's got some! When there trouble, You kick your trouble To kingdom come! Do you wanna jump, children? Do you wanna jive, children? Feel that you alive, children? One, two, three, Start jumpin' with me. I've got trouble, You've got trouble, Everybody's got some! When there trouble, You kick your trouble To kingdom come! |
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| 2:28 |
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| 2:47 |
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| 2:46 |
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| 3:04 |
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| 3:07 |
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| 3:01 |
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| 3:24 |
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| 2:49 |
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| 2:35 |
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| 42. |
| 3:08 |
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Way down in Charleston
Lives old Geechy Joe Going way down to Charleston To dig old Geechy Joe Got a good old geechy urge Can't do nothin' else but go Got misery Misery I can't lose I got misery, misery Nothin' but bad news Gonna dig old Geechy Joe To voodoo these geechy blues I've gotta get back to Charleston If I have to walk down Those railroad track Gotta rub my hand on a lodestone Blue is black If old Geechy Joe can get it I just ain't ever comming back Comin' home, Geechy Joe, coming home |
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| 3:10 |
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My momma done tol' me
When I was in knee-pants My momma done tol' me, “Son, What did she tell you? A woman gon' sweet-talk Yeah! And give you de glad-eyes, Ah, ahh.. But when that sweet-talk is done: Keep on a- talkin'. A woman's a two-faced A worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues... The blues... In the night.” Yes, in the night. Now the rain's a-fallin', Hear the train a-callin' - Oohee... My momma done tol' me. Oh... Hey, that lonesome whistle's Blowin' ‘cross the trestle. Oohee... My momma done tol' me. Hey, ahooee - ahooee! A clickety-clackin' And echoin' back at the blues... In the night. The evenin' breeze - The stars - The trees a-cryin' and the moon ‘ll hide its light When you get the blues In the night. It's really tough to get the blues in the night. Take my word: The mockingbird Sings the saddest kind of song; He knows things are wrong - And he's right. Yes, he's right to sing the blues in the night. From Natchez to Mobile; From Memphis to St. Joe; Wherever the four winds blow; They blow everywhere! I been in some big towns, Yeah! And I done heard me some big talk, Ahh,ahh... But there's one thing I know: Keep a-talkin'. A woman's a-two-faced - A worrisome thing Who'll leave you to sing the blues... The blues In the night. Yes, in the night. A woman will leave you singin' the blues. I know she will - My momma was right: The blues in the night. |
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| 2:59 |
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| 2:46 |
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Have a banana, Hannah,
Try the salami, Tommy, Give with the gravy, Davy, Everybody eats when they come to my house! Try a tomato, Plato, Here's cacciatore, Dorie, Taste the baloney, Tony, Everybody eats when they come to my house! I fix your favorite dishes, Hopin' this good food fills ya! Work my hands to the bone in the kitchen alone, You better eat if it kills ya! Pass me a pancake, Mandrake, Have an hors-d'oeuvre-y, Irvy, Look in the fendel (?), Mendel, Everybody eats when they come to my house! Hannah! Davy! Tommy! Dora! Mandrake! Everybody eats when they come to my house! Pastafazoola, Talullah! Oh, do have a bagel, Fagel, Now, don't be so bashful, Nashville, Everybody eats when they come to my house! Hey, this is a party, Marty, Here, you get the cherry, Jerry, Now, look, don't be so picky, Micky, 'Cause everybody eats when they come to my house! All of my friends are welcome, Don't make me coax you, moax you, Eat the tables, the chairs, the napkins, who cares? You gotta eat if it chokes you! Oh, do have a knish, Nishia, Pass me the latke, Macky, Chile con carne for Barney, Everybody eats when they come to my house! Face! Buster! Chair! Chops! Fump! Everybody eats when they come to my house! Everybody eats when they come to my house! |
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| 3:24 |
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| 2:38 |
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| 2:34 |
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| 3:04 |
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