Louis Armstrong - Beale street blues

Tekst :

I ve seen the lights of gay Broadway,
Old Market Street down by the Frisco Bay,
I ve strolled the Prado, I ve gambled on the Bourse.
The seven wonders of the world I ve seen,
And many are the places I have been.
Take my advice folks and see Beale Street first.

Chorus 1: You ll see pretty Browns in beautiful gowns,
You ll see tailor mades and hand me downs.
You ll meet honest men and pickpockets skilled,
You ll find that bus ness never closes till somebody gets killed.

Chorus 2: You ll see Hog-Nose rest rants and Chitlin Cafes,
You ll see Jugs that tell of bygone days,
And places, once places, now just a shame,
You ll see Golden Balls enough to pave the New Jerusalem.

Chorus 3: You ll see men who rank with the first in the nation,
Who come to Beale for inspiration. Politicians call you a dub,
Unless you ve been initiated in the Rickriters Club.

Chorus 4: If Beale Street could talk, If Beale Street could talk,
Married men would have to take their beds and walk,
Except one or two, who never drank booze,
And the blind man on the corner who sings the Beale Street Blues.

The Blues: I d rather be here, than any place I know.
I d rather be here, than any place I know.
It s goin to take the Seargent For to make me go,

Goin to the river, maybe, bye and bye,
Goin to the river, maybe, bye and bye,
Because the rivers wet And Beale Street s done gone dry.

Louis Armstrong - Mack the knife

Tekst :

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 red

On the sidewalk...Sunday morning, commin down...lies a body oozin life
Someone s sneakin round the corner...could that someone be Mack the Knife?

(instrumental break)

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 town

I said that line forms on the right, babe.....now that Macky s back in town.

Louis Armstrong - Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans

Tekst :

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
And miss it each night and day
I know I m not wrong... this feeling s gettin stronger
The longer, I stay away
Miss them moss covered vines...the tall sugar pines
Where mockin birds used to sing
And I d like to see that lazy Mississippi...hurryin into spring

The moonlight on the bayou.......a Creole tune.... that fills the air
I dream... about Magnolias in bloom......and I m wishin I was there

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that s where you left your heart
And there s one thing more...I miss the one I care for
More than I miss New Orleans

(instrumental break)

The moonlight on the bayou.......a Creole tune.... that fills the air
I dream... about Magnolias in bloom......and I m wishin I was there

Do you know what it means to miss New Orleans
When that s where you left your heart
And there s one thing more...I miss the one I care for
More.....more than I miss.......New Orleans

Inne utwory

Losowe utwory

Last goodbye

Ain t no hamlet on the road tonight
Everybody here is sleeping tight
Ain t nobody gonna find us here
Where they so cares
There s a dancer in the arms of flood
And he s dancing on the sky above
And the truth is that we will never know

Take me there

Verse 1:
It s getting mighty hot in here - the weather outside is so severe
I m a man, I can t wait - Till you take me there
Yes I m a man, and I don t care- Gotta take me there
If pleasure...

Ordinary summer

Verse 1:
Break out the cold beer, crank up the barbecue . . .
I feel like raising the roof
Been wait nall year don´t give me no excuse,
I´m here to party with you

Bridge 1:
The time has finally come,

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