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Buddy Bolden, tunin' up |
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Blowing horn was his game |
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Born with a silver trumpet in his mouth |
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He played the horn before he talked |
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Born on the after beat |
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He patted his foot before walked |
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When Buddy Bolden tuned up, you could hear him clean across the river |
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Clean across the river |
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He woke up the working people and kept the easy living |
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Call him Buddy Bolden |
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Call him Buddy Bolden |
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Watch him, he's calling his flock now |
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He's calling his flock now |
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Here they come |
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Call him Buddy Bolden |
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He's calling his flock now |
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Here they come here they come, here they come |
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Come on Buddy Bolden |
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Here they come |
