Lyrics Twelfth Street Rag - Hank Snow

Twelfth Street Rag

In a certain city, where
The girls are cute and pretty
They have a raggy jazzy jazz time tune
When you hear that syncopated
Jazz created melody
You could dance all morning
Night and noon
When the slide trombone
And moaning saxophone begin to play
It will make you sad
'Twill make you glad
Oh!
Boy
What Joy
Burn my clothes for I’m in Heaven
Wish I had a million women
Soloman in all his glory
Could have told another story
Were he but living here today
With his thousand wives or more
A Jazz Band on some Egypt shore
He could dance the night and day away
I will tell you how they dance
That tantalizing 12th.
Street Rag
First you slide and then you glide
Then shimmie for a while;
To the left then to the right
«Lame Duck» «Get over Sal»
Watch your step then Pirouette
Fox Trot, then squeeze your pal
Over you comes stealing
Such a funny feeling
'Til you feel
Your senses reeling
Tantalizing, hypnotizing
Mesmerizing strain
I can’t get enough of it
Please play it o’er again
I could dance for ever
To this refrain
To that 12th.
Street
Oh you 12th.
Street Rag