| I’m really lonely
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| For those jazz blues only
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| Since I heard those jazzin' babies play them;
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| Each time I hear them, Lordy, how I weep and moan
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| To hear that old slide trombone
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| And that moanin' saxaphone!
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| I feel like weeping
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| When I hear those jazz musician babies play; |
| they harmonize together;
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| I’d rather hear them than to have a million dollars in my hand
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| Jazz baby blues say something that you can understand
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| Those jazzin' blues are driving me insane
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| There’s nothin' to them but that blue refrain;
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| Don’t want no sugar in my tea
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| Jazz baby blues are sweet enough for me
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| For when the band starts jazzin'
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| People’s feet are on a spree
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| Each time I hear those blues I want to scream
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| To hear the clarinet and that violin
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| Just let that piano man jazz and strum
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| Oh, it makes me think of the good things that my sweet daddy’s done
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| 'Cause when the band starts jazzin'
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| Play 'em 'til the stock man comes
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| Now, wouldn’t that good music drive you insane
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| There’s nothing to them but that blue refrain
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| When that cornetist’s blues begins to play
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| Oh, it makes me get up and throw my little self away
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| Just play those good old jazzin' baby blues all night and day |