Lyrics I'm Gonna Get High - Tampa Red, The Chicago Five

I'm Gonna Get High

I’m Gonna Get High Trk 6 Dsc 2 3:05 song 29
Tampa Red (Hudson Whittaker) And The Chicago Five
Aurora, Illinois, Oct. 11, 1937 Leland Hotel Top Floor
Tampa Red- vocal & guitar, unk — trumpet, Unk — tenor sax
Prob.
Blind John Davis — piano, unk drums.
2 Disc set RCA 07 863 66 722−2 1997 BMG
I’m gonna get high
And it ain’t no lie
And swing alone and have a ball
I’m gonna get high
Oh me, oh my Nobody know why
Oh m’baby, don’t you cry
I’m gonna get high
It ain’t no need of no one
Tryin' to shame me But what a state I’ve got in Who could blame me?
Oh, yes
I’m gonna get high
I’ll do it or die
And swing alone and have a ball
I’m gonna get high
'Yas, yas'
(instrumental)
'Beat it out for me, then'
'Ah-ha'
'I hear you Mr. Sax Player'
(sax)
'Yas, yas'
'Get that trumpet here'
'I hear you Mr. Ivory Man
'C'mon, do it again, please'
(trumpet)
Ah-ha
I’m gonna get high
And it ain’t no lie
And swing alone and have a ball
I’m gonna get high
Oh me, oh my Nobody know why
Oh m’baby, don’t you cry
I’m gonna get high
It ain’t no need of no one
Tryin' to shame me, yeah-yeah
But what a state I’ve got in Who could blame me?
Oh, yeah
Oh, I’m gonna get high
I’ll do it or die
And swing alone and have a ball
I’m gonna get high
'Zip it now'
'Yas, yas, yas'
'Ah-ha'
'Ah-yeah'
(piano)
'I hear ya'
'Ah-ha'
Yas, yas
Yas, yas
'Goin' out, boys'
Well, I’m gonna get high
I’ll do it or die
Swing alone and have a ball
I’m gonna get high, yas.