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Oh,... they say my people long ago.
Where lookin' for a different tune. One that we can croon As only we can. We only had the rhythm. So, we started swingin' to and fro. We didn't know just what to use. But this is how the blues. I said the blues really began. Ohhh yeah. We..heard... the breeze. Through the trees. Singing weird melodies. And we named that the start of the blues. Then from a jail. There came a whale. From a down-hearted frail. And we played that. To be a part of our blues. From a whippoorwill High on a hill. They took a new note. Pushed it through a horn. Till it was worn into a blue note. You better believed me we nursed it. And we rehearsed it. Than we gave out the news. That the South Land, gave birth to the Blues. |
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Take me back to the black hills
The black hills of Dakota To the beautiful Indian country That I love Lost my heart in the black hills The black hills of Dakota Where the pines are so high That they kiss the sky above And when I get that lonesome feelin' And I'm miles away from home I hear the voice of the mystic mountains Callin' me back home So take me back to the black hills The black hills of Dakota To the beautiful Indian country That I love And when I get that lonesome feelin' And I'm miles away from home I hear the voice of the mystic mountains Callin' me back home So take me back to the black hills The black hills of Dakota To the beautiful Indian country That I love To the beautiful Indian country That I love Take me back to the Black Hills To the beautiful Indian country that I love |
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How About You?
When a girl meets boy, Life can be a joy, But the note they end on, Will depend on little pleasures they will share; So let us compare. I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you? I love a fireside when a storm is due. I like potato chips, moonlight and motor trips, How about you? I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill, and Franklin Roosevelt's looks give me a thrill. Holding hands at the movie show, when all the lights are low may not be new, but I like it, How about you? I like Jack Benny's jokes. To a degree. I love the common folks. That includes me. I like to window shop on 5th Avenue. I like banana splits, late supper at the Ritz, How about you? I love to dream of fame, maybe I'll shine. I'd love to see your name right beside mine. I can see we're in harmony, Looks like we both agree On what to do, And I like it, how about you? I'm so delighted I've ignited the spark within you. Let me continue to make it burn. With you I will be like a Trilby, so let's not dally. Come on Svengali, I've lots to learn. When you're arisin', start exercisin' daily. For example, just a sample? Bend and touch the floor fifty times or more. Ha! A fine start to be a Bernhardt! A dictionary's necessary but not for talking, it's used for walking the Ziegfeld way. Is this OK? That's the trick, you're catching on quickly. Should I take a bow? A-ho! Let me show you how! Just like partners on the stage. If you can use a partner, I'm the right age. |
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