Charlie Green, Play that Thing
I know a fool who blows a horn
He comes from way down south.
You never heard such blowin' since you was born
When he puts that trombone to his mouth;
He cries and moans, he grunts and groans
He sounds just like a cow.
Ain't no one doin' his stuff
Cause he won't show 'em how---
Charlie Green! Blow that thing!
I mean that slide trombone.
Make it talk, make it sing
Where did you get that tone?
If Gabriel could hear you blow
He'd let you lead his band, I know
Oh Charlie Green. Blow that thing!
I mean that slide trombone.
Charlie Green! Blow that thing!
I mean that slide trombone.
You could even make a king
Jump right off his throne.
And he'd break a leg, I know
Doin' the Charleston when you blow,
Oh Charlie Green. Blow that thing!
I mean that slide trombone.
Charlie Green! Blow that thing!
I mean that slide trombone.
Make it talk, make it sing
I mean that slide trombone,
You never saw such a shakin' of the hips
Like when he's got it to his lips,
Oh Charlie Green. Blow that thing!
I mean that slide trombone.
An old Bessie Smith blues.
Recorded by Erik Darling, also Hoyt Axton
RG
Thanks to Mudcat for the Digital Tradition!