Copper colored gal of mine,. I love you 'cause you're so divine,. Say you'll always be my clinging vine,. Copper, copper, copper, copper colored gal of mine!.
Have a banana, Hannah. Try the salami, Tommy. Get with the gravy, Davy. Everybody eats when they come to my house. Try a tomato, Plato. Here's cacciatore, Dory.
There's a cabin in the southland,. Where I long to go.. Little cabin in the cotton,. Where the cotton grows.. . There's a cabin in the cotton,. Far away but not forgotten,.
My mamma done tol' me,. When I was in knee pants,. My mamma done tol' me, "Son!. A woman'll sweet talk, and give ya the big eye,. . But when the sweet talkin's done,.
I got a big surprise when I saw you smile. I never dreamed that it could be. But now I realize since I saw you smile. There's only happiness for me. So.
Chicken, nice fried chicken. Barbecue chicken, won't you send it down the line?. . Say, everyone's talking 'bout chicken. Chicken's a popular word. But anywhere you go, you're bound to find.
I don't know why I love you like I do. After all these changes that you put me through. You stole my money and my cigarettes. And I haven't seen hide nor hair of you yet.
You say you love me but I think you just lying sometimes. You make me feel like I am the one. Me and my old-fashioned ways. I'm gonna love you always.
Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go. Bobby Sox, baby, I've got to let you go. You've got a head full of nothin'. But stage, screen and radio. . You chase autographs every night.
Do you come on like Shorty, George and me?. Just spill some jive, we'll dig you out, you see.. Well, all reet. . Are you ready? (yes, we're ready, Joe).
Robins in the tree top high. Soon will sing a lullaby. Angeline, Angeline. . Bashful little whippoorwills. Can't you hear them say, "I will". Angeline, Angeline.
(Greer-Robinson). Transcribed from Cab Calloway and His Orchestra, recorded October 21, 1931.. From Cab Calloway and His Orchestra 1931-1932; The Chronogical Classics 526.
Just take a look at Harlem after sundown,. Any time you choose,. It's hard to find the people feeling run-down;. There's no time for blues.. . If you don't know just what to really do.
Chicken, nice fried chicken. Barbecue chicken, won't you send it down the line?. . Say, everyone's talking 'bout chicken. Chicken's a popular word. But anywhere you go, you're bound to find.
Now, here's a very entrancing phrase,. It will put you in a daze,. To me it don't mean a thing,. But it's got a very peculiar swing!. Zaz-zuh-zaz-zuh-zaz,.
Now Ill be glad when youre dead, you rascal you, uh huh. Ill be glad when youre dead, you rascal you, oh yeah. Well, I let into my home, you gonna leave my woman alone.
I was once a delicate child,. Watched the other kids run wild,. While they played with guns and ropes,. My only toys were stethoscopes;. I was a chronic, "Now how've you been?".
You can throw bricks at my window,. You can put tacks in my shoe,. Sprinkle ground glass on my applesause,. But you can't stop me from loving you.. . You can put rocks in my pillow,.
Aw, you dog, you dirty dog,. You better stop your sniffing around like that;. I know just what you're driving at!. . Aw, you dog, you salty dog,. You sniffing, snapping, yipping, yapping,.
A. Dark folk, white folk, but never a hand,. They say to this man,. "You're yaller, you're yaller, you're yaller, you're just a yaller.". . A. Black folk, white folk, I'm learning a lot,.