Barrelhouse Music

Barrelhouse Music - Mildred Bailey

Down in Alabama in the Revenue Mountains

Laughing water comes out of strange fountains

And when the evenin' sun goes down

Come ye's on down to Barrelhouse Town

There's a dim lighted tavern

Known as Mammy's Rest;

Folks down in 'Bam will tell you

That it's Mammy's place that they love the best

Theres a sweet tone piano

Worn by many thumbs

And there's a fellow that plays it

That uses his pedal for drums

If you come down to Birmingham

With nary a place to go

Fond a man called Cactus Sam

Tell him you wanna go barrelhouse

That's all he needs to know

Be there for supper

Or a plate of barbecue

And this along with the music

Will make a barrelhouse man of you;

What I mean is

You will have that lowdown feelin' too

If you find yourself in Birmingham

Without a place to go

Come on down to my house

Make a palette on the floor

I'll have you meet some southern gal

A-gentle sweet and kind;

There words for your music

And music for your mind

Let's go barrelhouse

Let's go barrelhouse

Let's go barrelhouse

All night long