Royal Garden Blues

Royal Garden Blues - Bill Henderson

No use of talkin' no use of talkin'

You'll start in dog-walkin' no matter where

There's jazz-copation blues modulation

Just like a Haitian you'll rip and tear

Most everybody likes the blues

Here's why I'm ravin' here's why I'm ravin'

You are craving where come down

You'll hear 'em playin' you'll hear 'em playin'

Soon you'll be sayin' "Hon jazz me 'round"

Because your feet they can't refuse

What's that familiar strain that true blue note refrain

It's drivin' me insane

Can't keep still tho' it's against my will;

I'm on my P's and Q's I just can't refuse

There goes that melody it sounds so good to me

And I am up a tree

It's a shame you don't know the name;

It's a brand new blues

The Royal Garden Blues

Everybody grab somebody And start jazzing 'round

Hon don't you hear that trombone moan

Just listen to that saxophone

Gee hear that clarinet and flute

Cornet jazzin' with a mute

Makes me just throw myself away

When I hear 'em play

That weepin' melancholy strain

So it's soothing to the brain;

Just wanna get right up and dance

Don't care I'll take most any chance;

No other blues I'd care to choose

But Royal Garden Blues

Royal Garden Blues

I mean Royal Garden Blues

Royal Garden Blues

Royal Garden Blues

Royal Garden Blues