Where The Blues Were Born In New Orleans

Folks, come gather 'round my stand
And hear Satchmo's happy Dixie band
Now I know some people call it corn
But right here is where the blues was born

Hear that music blue, just the thing
That you'd like to strut to on the floor
Hear that slide trombone and the trumpet
Moan as you come in through the door
I'll guarantee that you'll never see like the likes of them again
Stomp your feet to the beat of the Dixie music men

Everybody move and get right in the groove
There ain't nothin' you can lose

Now right here's the spot where we
All get hot with a nasty mess of blues
Here's the place to slap and spank the bass
Music, that's what I mean
It's where the blues was born in New Orleans

Let me introduce Mr. Charlie Beal, piano man Kenny Speel
Only got two hands but that's a-plenty
'Cause when he plays, it sounds like twenty

Here's Kid Ory on the horn, greatest slide man ever born
Plays trombone smears with a laughin' note
No human being ever wrote

Here's Barney Bigard and his clarinet
You ain't never heard nothin' like him yet
When he cuts loose, I know you'll know
Mr. Bigard, please give a blow

Here's Bud Scott and his old guitar, always smoking a big cigar
He's a rhythm man of great renown
Give a listen while he goes to town
Fred Callender, meet him face to face
He's the man that slaps the old bass
He started out with a violin
And the doggone thing grew up on him

And here's me, excuse my crutch
Introduce myself I must
I'm Satchmo Armstrong, don't forget
I got to give out on the old cornet