Royal Garden Blues

Royal Garden Blues - Louis Armstrong No use of talkin', no use of talkin' You'll start in dog walkin' no matter where There's jazz-copation 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, tho' 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 Hon, don't you hear that trombone moan? Just listen to that saxophone Gee, hear that clarinet and flute Cornet 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