文本歌词

Jazzbo Brown From Memphis Town - Bessie Smith
Don't you start no crowin'
Lay your money down
I've got mine on Jazzbo
That mis'able clown that hound
He ain't got no equal
No way in this land
So let me tell you people 'bout this Memphis man
Jazzbo Brown from Memphis Town
He's a clown that hound
He can't dance he can't sing
But lawdy how he can play that thing
He ain't seen no music school
He can't read a note
But 's the playin'est fool
On that Memphis boat
When he wraps his big fat lips
Round that doggone horn
Helpin' out on sin and cheer
Lord carryin' on
I could dance a mon' ago
If that fool would only blow
Jazzbro brown that clown that hound
From Memphis Town
Jazzbo Brown from Memphis Town
He's a clown that hound
With dirty cloth and dirty face
Makes a butcher leave his meat
He don't play no classic stuff
Like them Hoffman Tales
What he plays is good enough
For the Prince of Wales
He can moan an' he can groan
I ain't foolin' you
There ain't nothin' on that horn
That old Jazz cain't do
That sure does mark your card
And I'll give you all the odds
On Jazzbo Brown that clown that hound
From Memphis Town