Fox-trot song at a moderate tempo di Blues, 1919
words and music by Chas H. Booker Jr.
Lyrics
Honey won’t you come and listen to this ragtime melody
While the band is playing see the leader
Cheering gather ’round and hear them people
All gone wild about the way that southern Jazz band
Plays that blue note harmony, that harmony
Listen to that memorising sympathising blue note strain
Gee it is surprising still a-harmonising
People are realising that’s a western melancholy tune
That makes the people dance away
Their wedding shoes, their wedding shoes
Now honey, stop, stop, stop, stop
And listen to that slide trombone
When he play that strain, that sweet refrain
He makes it moan, I want to go out in west Texas
Where the balmy breezes
Always blow, they always blow
Now honey, stop, stop, stop, stop
And listen to that big Bassoon
Listen to that drum, oh here they come
You’d better run, now that’s that southern Jazz band playing
Listen to that melacholy tune, those Texas blues
Oh my I’m feeling so blue I don’t know really what to do
Honey dear, honey won’t you come
And hold my head while I sigh, oh I could cry
Everybody done been here and they passed me by
Them doggone west Texas blues
Droped all around my lone bedside, lone bedside
I could stand here and hear it played
The whole night long that blue note song
I mean that song they call the far west Texas blues
Sung here by Fred Feild: