Cab Calloway - St. James infirmary
Tekst :
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.
Inne utwory
Are you all reet My Coo-coo bird could swing The scat song Happy feet San Francisco fan Little town gal Corinne Corinna Somebody stole my gal Sweet Jenny Lee Angeline Some of these days Minnie the moocher So sweet Hey, doc Gotta darn good reason now St. Louis blues Emaline Chinese rhythm Jitter bug Losowe utwory
Paris is beautiful during the summertime, I hear
Here is so dull and grey after the April snow has cleared
I keep New York in mind, rain on the streets this time of year
I saw you in my mind, I conquer your forbidden land
See your treasure s inside the sea
Don t waste...
Red, the fire that burns my heart
when you re near it wraps me up
now I find the space to feel blue
like the water it fills me with peace
when you love me again I still breathe
king you re at my side
your soul in mine
but...
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...
I ve been watching your performance
From the minute you got here
you ve been riding on your high horse
But your motives are not clear
You have filled up all the ashtrays
And the carpets wearing thin
I believe we both speak English...
I don t know what you really want
Oh baby did I say something wrong
So many times I just fantasize
But I don t need your free life
So if you really want me
baby just give me one more sign
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