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