Where the Blues Were Born In New Orleans

Folks, come gather 'round my stand

And hear Satchmo's happy Dixie band

Now I know some people call it corn

But right here is where the blues was born

Hear that music blue, just the thing

That you'd like to strut to on the floor

Hear that slide trombone and the trumpet

Moan as you come in through the door

I'll guarantee that you'll never see like the likes of them again

Stomp your feet to the beat of the Dixie music men

Everybody move and get right in the groove

There ain't nothin' you can lose

Now right here's the spot where we

All get hot with a nasty mess of blues

Here's the place to slap and spank the bass

Music, that's what I mean

It's where the blues was born in New Orleans

Let me introduce Mr. Charlie Beal, piano man Kenny Speel

Only got two hands but that's a-plenty

'Cause when he plays, it sounds like twenty

Here's Kid Ory on the horn, greatest slide man ever born

Plays trombone smears with a laughin' note

No human being ever wrote

Here's Barney Bigard and his clarinet

You ain't never heard nothin' like him yet

When he cuts loose, I know you'll know

Mr. Bigard, please give a blow

Here's Bud Scott and his old guitar, always smoking a big cigar

He's a rhythm man of great renown

Give a listen while he goes to town

Fred Callender, meet him face to face

He's the man that slaps the old bass

He started out with a violin

And the doggone thing grew up on him

And here's me, excuse my crutch

Introduce myself I must

I'm Satchmo Armstrong, don't forget

I got to give out on the old cornet