Let me tell you, mister;
Listen up here, cousin.
You see that big blue cat?
Well that cat can really sing.
Early in the morning
He wakes you with his moaning.
Up the stairs he's rolling
Just like a big old freight train,
Crying out so sweet and so blue,
Man that Bix can sing.
Good friends and relations
From all across the nation
Are in anticipation
For Bix to start to swing.
Wake up, Bix, you're dreaming.
In a mist, you're dreaming:
Riding on a freight train
Headed out of Davenport
Crying out so sweat and so blue,
Man that Bix can swing.
When you're born on the street
You've got to think on your feet,
You've got to learn how to please the crowd.
Well he got caught in a cage
And saw some notes on a page
And started singing blues out loud.
When you're born on the street
You've got to think on your feet,
You've got to learn how to please the crowd.
Well he got caught in a cage
And saw some notes on a page
And started singing blues out loud.
Well let me thell you, mister,
Listen up here, cousin.
You see that big blue cat?
Well that cat can really sing.
Early in the morning
He wakes you with his moaning.
Up the stairs he's rolling
Just like a big old freight train,
Crying out so sweet and so blue,
Man that Bix can sing.
Man that cat can swing.
Man that cat can sing.
copyright 2015 Michael C. Hickey