The lady ain't been born Can take the place of a horn With the cornet man A goin' where there's blowin' Trav'lin' cornet man.
Just anytime they call him He leaves his wife and kiddies Sittin' with their tongues out To play for peanuts in some dive And blow his lungs out.
He'll hop a choo-choo On a moment's notice To play some dates With Billy Bates or Ragtime Otis.
The lady ain't see the light Can give a home a fair fight With a cornet man A rootin', shootin' Ever-tootin' Dapper Dan Who carries in his satchel A powder-blue Norfolk suit A silver plated wah-wah mute.
There is drinkin' and gamblin', each one a curse But I'm up against a devil that's worse Yeah, a horn's my thorn He's a trav'lin' cornet man.
(He's gotta go out on the road He's got some dates with Billy Bates He gave his notice to Ragtime Otis He's gotta go, back on the road.)
The lady ain't see the light Can give a horn a fair fight With that cornet man A rootin', shootin' Ever-tootin' Dapper Dan Who carries in his satchel A powder-blue Norfolk suit Silver plated wah-wah mute.
There is drinkin', gamblin', each one a curse But I'm up against a devil that's worse Yeah, a horn's my thorn He's a trav'lin' cornet man. Say it again!
A powder-blue Norfolk suit Silver plated wah-wah mute Shy on height, he's short on weight But he's the only guy Can make my coffee percolate Dapper Dan, my cornet player man.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
