Black Rhythm-Cab Calloway

[ti:Black Rhythm] [ar:Cab Calloway] [al:The Ultimate Jazz Store, Vol. 26] [by:] [offset:0] [00:00.00]Black Rhythm - Cab Calloway [00:44.28]Down in louisiana [00:46.25] [00:46.92]There's a grand piano playing man [00:50.11] [00:53.04]He knows that they can't kid him [00:55.54] [00:56.08]'Cause he's got hot rhythm in his hand [00:59.72] [01:02.36]The blues that he'll compose will thrill you [01:05.99]From your head to your toes [01:09.85] [01:11.82]He called his song black rhythm [01:14.78]'Cause his black hands did it 'neath the moon [01:20.09] [01:21.31]The keys he plays on sweetly [01:23.98] [01:24.65]And you're left completely in a swoon [01:29.31] [01:31.17]The melancholy strum [01:33.76]Mixed with the rum tum of melodious blues [01:38.75] [01:41.67]When he plays the blue note [01:43.64]And adds a new note [01:45.31]You'll think that he wrote [01:46.78] [01:47.32]A symphony [01:50.09] [01:50.63]But he's just improvising [01:53.43]On a southern mammy melody [01:58.24] [02:00.87]You'll quit your pouting [02:02.75]And start a'shouting [02:04.49]No need in doubting [02:06.32]He knows the keys [02:08.99] [02:09.83]He can lay on the white ones [02:12.58]Can play on the black ones with ease [02:17.19] [02:18.95]The way he plays black rhythm [02:22.15]Makes the gang stick with him all night long [02:27.90] [02:28.82]Forget the hour is late [02:31.44]They hear him syncopate his mournful song [02:35.74] [02:38.23]A'humming like the breeze [02:41.17] [02:41.76]A'strumming lightly on those ivories