Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Black Rythm, artist - Cab Calloway.
Date of issue: 09.10.2011
Song language: English
Black Rythm |
Down in Louisiana |
There’s a grand piano-playing man; |
He knows that they can’t kid him |
'Cause he’s got hot rhythm in his hand |
The blues that he’ll compose will thrill you |
From your head to your toes |
He called his song «Black Rhythm,» |
'Cause his black hands did it 'neath the moon |
The keys he plays on sweetly |
And you’re left completely in a swoon |
The melancholy strum |
Mixed with the rum-tum of melodious blues |
When he plays the blue note |
And adds a new note |
You’ll think that he wrote a symphony |
But he’s just improvising |
On a southern mammy melody |
You’ll quit your pouting |
And start a’shouting |
No need in doubting he knows the keys |
He can lay on the white ones |
Can play on the black ones with ease |
The way he plays Black Rhythm |
Makes the gang stick with him all night long |
Forget the hour is late |
They hear him syncopate his mournful song |
A’humming like the breeze |
A' strumming lightly on those ivories |