Harlem Blues

Harlem Blues - Nat King Cole/Nelson Riddle And His Orchestra

I've searched each hole in the corner

From the battery to the bronx

From the most exclusive

To the honky tonks

I've sought her at the movie houses cabarets and parks

Advertisin' the age and the loof

And since my sweetie left me

Harlem ain't the same ole' place

Though a thousand flappers

Smile right in my face

I think I'll mooch some homemade hooch

And go out for a lark

Just to drive off those mean harlem blues

Just to drive off those mean harlem blues

Just to drive off those mean harlem blues