Where The Blues Were Born In New Orleans

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[Intro 1]
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[F#]Folks,

[Verse 1]
[F#]
come gather round [G]my [F#]stand [G]an [C]d h[G]ear
[F#]Satchmo's
Happy
Dixie
[C]Band.
Now, I know some [F#]people call [C]it corn,
[F]but [C]rig[E]ht her[F#]e is [D]where the blu[F#]es was[G] born.[C][G][F#]
Hear that [G]music blue [F#]just spring [G]that [F#]you'd
[C]like to str[Am]ut to on the[D] floor.[F#]
Hear the slide [C]trombone and trumpet [Bb]moan
[C]as [Bb]you'r[C]e coming through the door.
I'll [Am]guarantee [D]that [C]you'll [F#]never see
[C]black lights [Bb]of them a[F#]gain.[Bb][C]
[E]Stom[C]p y[Am]our feet t[Bb]o the beat of the
[F#]Dixie [G]music, men.
[F#]Every[G]body move,
[D]get [G]right [F#]in the groove.
There [G]ain't nothing [E]you can [C]lose.[G]
[F#]Now right here's t[C]he spot where
we'll all get [G]hot.
That's [F#]the mess of [C]blues.
Here's the [G]place to slap
and spank [C]that bass.
[Am]Here's the music.
[D]And I[Am] mean[C],
this is where the blues [G]is born.
The
[F#]New
[C]Orleans.[B]
Let me introduce
Mr.
Charlie
[F#]Beals, pi[B]ano [C]man.
[G]Can [E]he spiel?
Only [B]got [D]two hands, [G]but that's [C]plenty.
[G]When he plays,
it sounds like [F#]20.[D][E][F#][D][G]
[D]An d [C]he has
Kid
Ulrich [G]on [C]the[D] hor[C]n.[E]
[B]Greatest sliding man [C]ever [G]born,
[F#]plays [B]trombone smiths with laughing notes.
[G]No human being ever rode.
[B][F#][G][G]
[B]
[G]Everybody knows
[C]Zutty
[G]Singleton.
[G]He can[B] eat them sheepskin
[G]s like [D]no [B]one.
[D]Cym[G]bals, bells, and all that stuff.
Give all the face and [G]treat [G]them rough.
[C]And then [F#]here's
[G]Barnaby
[F#]Goddess
[G]Clarinet.
You [F#]ain't never heard
nothin' like him yet.
When he [G]cuts loose, I [C]know [G]you'll roar.
Mr.
Big
Eye, [D]please [F#]give me more.
[C][D][C][D][C]
[D]Now [C]here's
Bud
Scott and his old guitar.
[E]Alway[G]s smo[C]kin' that big cigar.
He's the rhythm man of a great renown.
[G]Give a listen while he goes dow[B]n.[F#][G]
Red calendar, meet him face to face.
He's the one that plays that old slap [B]bass.
[G]He started out [D]with [G]a violin,
[B]and the [C]doggone thing just grew up
[G]on [C]him.[G][B][G]
[D]
And there's me.
[G]Excuse my cru[F#]st.
Introduce myself, [G]my buzz.
I'm
Satch[Am]mo
[D]Armstrong, don't forget.
I got to get up [C]out on [G]the old [F#]cornet.[D][F#][D][G]
[C][Gm][G][E][F#][G]
[C][Cm][D][G]
[B]
Last of [D]all, meet
[G]Mr.
Nick, [B]gambling [C]man,
and he's mighty slick.
He's [B]the boss [C]man [B]of this [G]place, [C]and how,
Mr.
Nick[G], please stand up and take [G]a bow.[C][G][C]
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