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