Louis Armstrong [보컬,트럼펫]

Won’t you come and go with me
Down that mississippi
We’ll take a boat to the land of dreams
Come along with me on, down to new orleans

Now the band’s there to greet us
Old friends will meet us
Where all them folks goin to the st. louis cemetary meet
Heaven on earth.... they call it basin street

I’m tellin’ ya, basin street...... is the street
Where all them characters from the first street they meet
New orleans..... land of dreams
You’ll never miss them rice and beans
Way down south in new orleans

They’ll be huggin’.... and a kissin’
That’s what I been missin’
And all that music....lord, if you just listen’
New orleans....i got them basin street blues

(instrumental break)

Now ain’t you glad you went with me
On down that mississippi
We took a boat to the land of dreams
Heaven on earth...they call it basin street

Old empty bed...springs hard as lead
Feel like ol’ Ned...wished I was dead
What did I do...to be so black and blue

Even the mouse...ran from my house
They laugh at you...and scorn you too
What did I do...to be so black and blue

I'm white...inside...but, that don't help my case
’cause I...can't hide...what is in my face
(jazzman sounds)

How would it end...ain't got a friend
My only sin...is in my skin
What did I do...to be so black and blue

(instrumental break)

How would it end...ain't got a friend
My only sin...is in my skin
What did I do...to be so black and blue

When we are dancing
and you dangerous lean to me
I get ideas
I get ideas

I want you to hold me so much closer
Than I begged you
I want to scold you cause I gamble that I can`t do
And when you touch me
And there is a fire with every finger
I get ideas
Yes ~ i get ideas

And after we have kissed good night
And you still linger
I kinda figure that you get ideas too ~
Your eyes are always saying
The things you never say
I only hope it's saying
That you could love me, too ~
But that's the whole idea to
Let me idea that I'm falling in love with you ~

And after we have kissed good night
As you still linger
Then I kinda think you get ideas ~ too ~

Hold me close and hold me fast
The magic spell you cast
This is La vie en rose

When you kiss me heaven sighs
And tho I close my eyes
I see La vie en rose

When you press me to your heart
I'm in a world apart
A world where roses bloom

And when you speak...angels sing from above
Everyday words seem...to turn into love songs

Give your heart and soul to me
And life will always be
La vie en rose

Oh, the shark, has pretty teeth, dear....and he shows them pearly white
Just a jackknife has MacHeath, babe.....and he keeps it, out of sight
When that shark bites with his teeth, dear....scarlet billows start to spread
Just a gloved hand, has MacHeath, babe..and he never shows a single drop of redOn the sidewalk...Sunday morning, commin' down...lies a body oozin' life
Someone's sneakin' 'round the corner...could that someone be Mack the Knife?
There's a tugboat....down by the river.....with a cement bag, hangin' down
Oh, the cement's just for weight, dear...five'll get ya ten old Macky's back in town
Ole Louie Miller disappeared, babe...after he withdrew all his cash
Now MacHeath spends like a sailor...could it be our boy's...done somethin' rash?There's Jenny Diver, and Sukey Tawdry..Miss Lotte Lenya, and ole Lucy Brown
Oh, the line forms on the right, babe.....now that Macky's back in townI said that line forms on the right, babe.....now that Macky's back in

(Ory/Gilbert)

I look at them shuffle and the shuffle come down
Ramblin' and scramblin' and a-headin' for town
Hoppin' and boppin' and a-buzzin' around
Happily awaitin' at the station
I look at that train number 709
Hoppin' and boppin' and arrivin' on time
Who do you think is about to arrive
The band they call the Dixieland Five

They're gonna play that muskrat ramble tune
Like the way you never heard it played
Get ready for the big parade
All together now - one and two
Join that happy crowd
Tellin' me that ramblin' scramblin' muskrat song
Come on, ramble along
Yeah

Strut-tin’ with some bar-be-que,

Swing-in’ with the band;

Like the hap-py peo-ple do

Way down in dix-ie land

Hear that ol’ trom-bone

And the trum-pet ad-lib.

Love to hear the lick,

While I do my pick-in’

Pick-in’ on a jui-cy rib.

‘Cause I'm Strut-tin with some bar-be-que,

feel-in' might-y grand;

pass an-oth-er help-in’ please,

of that good ol’ dix-ie land.

And mis-ter wait-er if you please

An-oth-er rib or two;

And I’ll go strut, strut, strut-tin,

Strut-tin' with some bar-be-que

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