Well, I just put the kids to sleep And swept the shack Took my sweet man's satchel down And watched him pack I said, "Darlin', while the stove still smolders Unpin your woman's hair and rub her shoulders" I threw myself across the doorway Beggin', "Stay, sweet man, stay" But there's more in my man's life Than this old hag It's jelly roll Morton and a shiny cornet And jazzin' the rag The lady ain't been born Can take the place of a horn With a cornet man A-goin' where there's blowin' Trav'lin' cornet man Just anytime they call him He'll leave his wife and kiddies Sittin' with their tongues out To play for peanuts in a dive And blow his lungs out He'll hop a choo-choo on a moment's notice To play some dates with Billy Bates Or rag-time otis The lady ain't see light Can give a horn a fair fight With a cornet man A rootin', shootin', ever-tootin' dapper dan Who carries in his satchel A powder-blue norfolk suit A silver-plated wah-wah mute There is whiskey, gamblin', each one is a curse But I'm up against a devil that's worse Yes, a horn is my thorn My trav'lin' cornet man Kill yourself tell me about it! yeah, yeah A powder-blue norfolk suit I said a silver-plated wah-wah mute Oh he's shy on height He's short on weight But he's the only man Can make my coffee peculate A dapper dan My cornet-playin' man © CHAPPELL & CO; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com