[Dixielandjazz] Put a Jazz Band on my Hearse Wagon, etc.
mikedurham_jazz at hotmail.com
Sun Nov 2 21:05:48 PST 2003
Steve, Turk (and others) have your fourth chorus as:
"Roll out your black-plumed horses
Roll out your rubber-tired hack"
I think this makes more sense than "old time hat"!
>From: Stephen Barbone <barbonestreet at earthlink.net>
>Reply-To: barbonestreet at earthlink.net
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>Subject: [Dixielandjazz] Put a Jazz Band on my Hearse Wagon, etc.
>Date: Sun, 02 Nov 2003 14:07:54 -0500
>Brian Wood asked about the quote:
>"Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon, Raise Hell as I roll along."
>See below lyrics to St. James Infirmary Blues. Not sure who first
>St. James Infirmary traditional
> It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
> On the corner by the square,
> The usual crowd was assembled
> And big Joe McKinney was there.
> He was standing at my shoulder.
> His eyes were bloodshot red;
> He turned to the crowd around him,
> These are the very words he said:
> "I went down to the St. James Infirmary
> I saw my baby there,
> She's laid out on a cold white table,
> So so cold, so white, so fair."
> "Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
> Wherever she may be
> She may search this wide world over
> She'll never find a sweet man like me."
> Oh, when I die, bury me
> In my high top Stetson hat;
> Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
> God'll know I died standin' pat.
> I want six crap shooters for pall bearers.
> Chorus girl to sing me a song.
> Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon.
> Raise Hell as I roll along.
> Roll out your rubber tired carriage,
> Roll out your old time hat.
> Twelve men going to the graveyard
> And eleven coming back.
> Now that I've told my story,
> I'll take another shot of booze.
> And if anyone should happen to ask you,
> I've got those gamblers' blues.
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