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know a fool that blows a horn, |
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He came from way down south, |
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I ain't heard such blowin' since I was born |
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When that trombone's in his mouth! |
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He wails and moans, |
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He grunts and groans, |
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he moans just like a cow! |
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Nobody else can do his stuff, |
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For he won't teach them how! |
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Oh Cholly, blow that thing, |
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That slide trombone; |
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Make it talk, make it sing, |
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Lawdy, where did you get that tone? |
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If Gabriel knows how you could blow, |
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He'll let you lead his band, I know! |
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Oh Cholly, blow that thing, |
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Play that slide trombone. |
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Oh Cholly, make it sing, |
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That slide trombone, |
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You'll even make a king |
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Get down off his throne; |
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And he would breaka leg, I know, |
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A-doin' the charleston while you blow! |
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Oh Cholly Green, play that thing, |
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I mean that slide trombone! |
