That's-A-Plenty Words by Ray Gilbert, Music by Lew Pollack Note: The song version uses A, B, Trio, A from the rag in that order. Verse 1 (A): That's-A-Plenty's gotta beat in it, The rhythms got a lot of heart in it, Betcha five, ten to five, It's gonna getcha doin' what it's doin' to me. The Dixieland comes oozin' out of it, The Dixielanders sure are proud of it, They call it jazz, what it has, That's-A-Plenty for me. Verse 2 (B): Takes you down to New Orleans, Down Basin Street with all the queens, You don't have to have the means, A little bit of rhythm and you're goin' right with 'em. Shut my big brown rollin' eyes, If you don't rocket to the skies, Hey boy! Say Boy! That's-A-Plenty for me. Verse 3 (Trio): You're gonna get mellow when that fellow blows his horn, Down where the blues were born, you'll be gone. The trumpets are trumpin' go do me sumpin', Beat it out brother, there's no other remedy, And That's-A-Plenty, Plenty, Plenty for me. Verse 4 (A): Once you start you're gonna stay on it, Ev'ry night you're out cafein' it, Swing your queen, what I mean, Brother, you're as gone as any human can be, And when you're in the mood there ain't no stoppin' it, Live it, breath it, blow your top in it, That is jazz, what it has, That's-A-Plenty for me.
Basin Street Blues Words and Music by Spencer Williams Verse likely by Glenn Miller Verse: Won't you come along with me, To the Mississippi, We'll take a boat to the land of dreams, steam down the river to New Orleans. The band's there to greet us, Old friends there to meet us. Where the rich and the poor folks meet, let me take you down to Basin Street. Chorus: Basin Street, that's the street, Where the elite always meet, In New Orleans, the Land of Dreams, You'll never know how nice it seems or just how much it really means, I'm glad to be, Yes siree, Where the welcome's free. They're so good to me, That's where I can lose, my Basin Street Blues.
Royal Garden Blues Words and Music by Clarence Williams and Spencer Williams A Section: No use of talkin' no use of talkin' You'll start in dog-walkin' no matter where. There's jazz-copation blues modulation, Just like a Haitian you'll rip and tear. Most everybody likes the blues Here's why I'm ravin', here's why I'm ravin' If it's blues you are cravin' just come on down. You'll hear 'em playin', you'll hear 'em playin' Soon you'll be sayin', "Hon jazz me 'round" Because your feet they can't refuse. B Section: What's that familiar strain that true blue note refrain It's drivin' me insane; Can't keep still, Tho it's against my will; I'm on my P's and Q's I just can't refuse. There goes that melody, it sounds so good to me, And I am up a tree; It's a shame, you don't know the name; It's a brand new blues, The Royal Garden Blues. Interlude: Everybody Grab somebody And start jazzing 'round C Section: Hon don't you hear that trombone moan?, Just listen to that saxophone. Gee, hear that clarinet and flute, Cornet jazzin' with a mute, Makes me just throw myself away, When I hear 'em play. That weepin' melancholy strain, Say, but it's soothing to the brain; Just wanna get right up and dance, Don't care I'll take most any chance; No other blues I'd care to choose, But Royal Garden Blues.
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Bill Bailey, Won't You Please Come Home Words and Music by Hughie Cannon Verse 1: On one summer's day, the sun was shining fine. The lady love of old Bill Bailey was hanging clothes on the line In her back yard, and weeping hard. She married a B & O brakeman that took and throw'd her down. Bellering like a prune-fed calf with a big gang hanging 'round; And to that crowd she yelled out loud. Chorus: Won't you come home Bill Bailey, won't you come home? She moans the whole day long. I'll do the cooking darling, I'll pay the rent; I knows I've done you wrong; Member that rainy eve that I drove you out, With nothing but a fine tooth comb? I know I'se to blame; well ain't that a shame? Bill Bailey won't you please come home? Verse 2: Bill drove by that door in an automobile, A great big diamond coach and footman, hear that big wench squeal; "He's all alone," I heard her groan. She hollered through that door, "Bill Bailey is you sore? Stop a minute; won't you listen to me? Won't I see you no more?" Bill winked his eye, as he heard her cry: Chorus: Won't you come home Bill Bailey, won't you come home? She moans the whole day long. I'll do the cooking darling, I'll pay the rent; I knows I've done you wrong; Member that rainy eve that I drove you out, With nothing but a fine tooth comb? I know I'se to blame; well ain't that a shame? Bill Bailey won't you please come home?
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