[Dixielandjazz] "The Tailgate Ramble" lyrics
David W. Littlefield
dwlit at cpcug.org
Tue May 11 12:39:57 PDT 2004
At 03:05 AM 5/11/2004 -0400, Charles Suhor wrote:
>This might not be verbatim exact, but it's, er, close enough for jazz. If
>this isn't right, it will have to do, until the real thing comes along.
Here's the real thang.
Verse:
(When wagons) Meet/ on the street,/ the/ traffic stops,/ |they have to
Call the cops,/ |you ain't heard nothin', pops./ |The band that's
Loud/ draws the crowd/ and/ that ain't all./ |they tag a-
Long/ till they start the ball/ down at the Eagle's Hall. When the wagon
Chorus:
Starts,/// put the tailgate down,/// watch the band pa-
Ade/// all around this town.//// Give the trombone
Man/// room to move his slide./// And we'll sing and]
Play/// 'round the country- side./// Wasn't long a-
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Go/// I was in my teens/// and we played that
Way/// down in New Or- leans./// ///|
Just for the record, so to speak, composer Wingy Manone plays it
differently from the book version, and the Dukes of Dixieland played his
version of the melody.
--Sheik
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