come gather round my stand an d 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 spring that you'd
like to strut to on the floor.
Hear the slide trombone and trumpet moan
as you're coming through the door.
I'll guarantee that you'll never see
black lights of them again.
Stomp your feet to the beat of the
Dixie music, men.
Everybody move,
get right in the groove.
There ain't nothing you can lose.
Now right here's the spot where
we'll all get hot.
That's the mess of blues.
Here's the place to slap
and spank that bass.
Here's the music.
And I mean,
this is where the blues is born.
The
New
Orleans.
Let me introduce
Mr.
Charlie
Beals, piano man.
Can he spiel?
Only got two hands, but that's plenty.
When he plays,
it sounds like 20.
An d he has
Kid
Ulrich on the horn.
Greatest sliding man ever born,
plays trombone smiths with laughing notes.
No human being ever rode.
Everybody knows
Zutty
Singleton.
He can eat them sheepskin
s like no one.
Cymbals, bells, and all that stuff.
Give all the face and treat them rough.
And then here's
Barnaby
Goddess
Clarinet.
You ain't never heard
nothin' like him yet.
When he cuts loose, I know you'll roar.
Mr.
Big
Eye, please give me more.
Now here's
Bud
Scott and his old guitar.
Always smokin' that big cigar.
He's the rhythm man of a great renown.
Give a listen while he goes down.
Red calendar, meet him face to face.
He's the one that plays that old slap bass.
He started out with a violin,
and the doggone thing just grew up
on him.
And there's me.
Excuse my crust.
Introduce myself, my buzz.
I'm
Satchmo
Armstrong, don't forget.
I got to get up out on the old cornet.
Last of all, meet
Mr.
Nick, gambling man,
and he's mighty slick.
He's the boss man of this place, and how,
Mr.
Nick, please stand up and take a bow.
-WATCH