a 1919 popular song
words and music by Clarence Williams and Spencer Williams
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
No use of talkin’, no use of talkin’
You’ll start in dog walkin’ no matter where
There’s jazzcopation, blues modulation
Just like a Haitian, you’ll rip and tear
Most everybody likes the blues
Here’s why I’m ravin’, here’s why I’m ravin’
If it’s blues you are cravin’ just come on down
You’ll hear ’em playin’, you’ll hear ’em playin’
Soon you’ll be sayin’, “Hon, jazz me ’round”
Because your feet they can’t refuse
What’s that familiar strain?
That true blue note refrain, it’s drivin’ me insane
Can’t keep still, though it’s against my will
I’m on my P’s and Q’s, I just can’t refuse
There goes that melody, it sounds so good to me
And I am up a tree
It’s a shame, you don’t know the name
It’s a brand new blues, The Royal Garden blues
Everybody, grab somebody, and start jazzing ’round
Chorus
Hon, don’t you hear that trombone moan?
Just listen to that saxophone
Gee, hear that clarinet and flute
Cornet a-jazzin’ with a mute
Makes me just throw myself away
When I hear ’em play
That weepin’ melancholy strain
Say, but it’s soothing to the brain
Just wanna get right up and dance
Don’t care, I’ll take most any chance
No other blues I’d care to choose
But Royal Garden Blues
Sung here by Fred Feild: