Song Lyrics
the way he plays black rhythm
But he s just improvising, a strumming lightly on those ivories
He called his song black rhythm,, the way he plays black rhythm, can play on the black ones with ease
makes the gang stick with him all night long
but he s just improvising
On a southern mammy melody, and adds a new note Calloway, they hear him syncopate his mournful song
Makes the gang stick with him all night long, a humming like the breeze
they hear him syncopate his mournful song
The blues that he ll compose will thrill you, you ll quit your pouting Cab, he can lay on the white ones
The keys he plays on sweetly, from your head to your toes Calloway, down in louisiana
They hear him syncopate his mournful song, you ll think that he wrote a symphony
there s a grand piano-playing man
On a southern mammy melody, they hear him syncopate his mournful song
Cause his black hands did it neath the moon, there s a grand piano-playing man
you ll think that he wrote a symphony
A strumming lightly on those ivories, you ll think that he wrote a symphony
Can play on the black ones with ease, you ll think that he wrote a symphony, can play on the black ones with ease
Mixed with the rum-tum of melodious blues, the keys he plays on sweetly
makes the gang stick with him all night long
he called his song black rhythm,
Forget the hour is late, down in louisiana Calloway, cause his black hands did it neath the moon
He can lay on the white ones, from your head to your toes Calloway, from your head to your toes
a humming like the breeze
can play on the black ones with ease
makes the gang stick with him all night long
from your head to your toes
Mixed with the rum-tum of melodious blues, no need in doubting he knows the keys Black, there s a grand piano-playing man
He can lay on the white ones, the way he plays black rhythm Black, the melancholy strum
When he plays the blue note, and start a shouting
you ll quit your pouting