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Come On Coot And Play That Thing lyrics
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Charlie Green Play That Thing
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
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Miscellaneous
Charlie Green Play That Thing
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- Track 15 on The Naked Dance
- 14 Papa Dip
- 16 Once In A While
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