A-toot, a-toot, a-toot-diddelyada-toot,
He blows it eight-to-the-bar, in boogie rhythm.
He can’t blow a note unless the bass and guitar is playin’ with 'im.
He makes the company jump when he plays reveille,
He’s the boogie-woogie bugle boy of Company B.
Andrews Sister - Boogie Woogie Bugle Boy of Company B
When you hear the whistle blowin’ eight to the bar
Then you know that Tennessee is not very far
Shovel all the coal in, gotta keep it rollin’
Woo, woo, Chattanooga, there you are.
I’ll be locked here in this cell
Til my body’s just a shell
And my hair turns whiter than snow
I’ll never see that gal of mine
Lord, I’m in Georgia doin’ time
I heard that lonesome whistle blow
Well, if they freed me from this prison
If that railroad train was mine
I bet I’d move out over a little
Farther down the line
Far from Folsom Prison
That’s where I want to stay
And I’d let that lonesome whistle
Blow my blues away
You can’t plant cotton and expect to gather corn
Can’t take right peoples, and sure make it wrong
That’s why I’m walkin’, walkin’ my blues away
Well, the sun gonna shine, in my backdoor some day
Food, glorious food!
Hot sausage and mustard!
While we’re in the mood –
Cold jelly and custard!
Peas, pudding and saveloys!
What next is the question?
Rich gentlemen have it, boys –
In-di-gestion!
Mr. What-cha-call-em, what you doin’ tonight?
Hope you’re in the mood because I’m feeling just right.
How’s about a corner with a table for two,
Where the music’s mellow in some gay rendezvous?
There’s no chance romancin’ with a blue attitude –
You got to do some dancin’ to get in the mood!
I want to be the wandering sailor
We’re silhouettes by the light of the moon
I sit playing solitaire by the window
Just waiting seasons change, ah, ah
You’ll see, one day, these dreams will pull you through my door
And I’ll come running to tie your shoe
I’ll come running to tie your shoe
Countin’ flowers on the wall
That don’t bother me at all
Playin’ solitaire till dawn with a deck of fifty-one
Smokin’ cigarettes and watchin’ Captain Kangaroo
Now don’t tell me I’ve nothin’ to do
And maybe you can cry all night,
But that’ll never change the way that I feel.
The snow is really piling up outside,
I wish you wouldn’t make me leave here.
My sacrifice bids farewell in this river of memory… a wave to end all time
Red birds escape from my wounds and return as falling snow
To sweep the landscape; a wind haunted, wings without bodies
The snow, the bitter snowfall
That I’d been crying over you
Crying over you
Then you said, “So long”
Left me standing all alone
Alone and crying
Crying
Crying
Crying
It’s hard to understand
But the touch of your hand
Can start me crying