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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 @blues @music filename[ CHGREEN RG  8note Sheet |
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