Eddie Leonard Blues 1922

by James Pitt-Payne, London U
2009

I am haunted by a tune
warbled by a ragtime coon,
every time I hear it
I am simply wild
the whole day long,
in his satins he's so neat
Lawdy how he shakes his feet
altho' I love to see him dance
I'd rather hear him sing a song,
Just like that

Ida, oh lovin' Ida
won't you sing it again,
sing it again,
Ida, please play that haunting refrain
wonderful strain,
when you sing those Roly Boly eyes,
That's when you begin to tantalize
Sweetness, Sweetness,
Oh! Boy, that's paradise.
Eddie you are beloved
as a minstrel strain,
best in the land,
You sing those songs
like nobody can
for you understand
I'm tired of hearing songs
about the pale moonshine
songs of dear old Dixie land
and mammy mine
so sing me Ida,
I've got the Eddie Leonard Blues.

Ida, oh lovin' Ida
won't you sing it again,
sing it again,
Ida, please play that haunting refrain
wonderful strain,
when you sing those Roly Boly eyes,
That's when you begin to tantalize
Sweetness, Sweetness,
Oh! Boy, that's paradise.
Eddie you are beloved
as a minstrel strain,
best in the land,
You sing those songs
like nobody can
for you understand
I'm tired of hearing songs
about the pale moonshine
songs of dear old Dixie land
and mammy mine
so sing me Ida,
I've got the Eddie Leonard Blues.

All the songs we learned to play
sang them while they had their day
but like Winter, Spring and Fall
they pass along without regret
there's one tune that seems to cling
enticing folks to dance and sing
a melody that's come to stay
and sway I'll say
the one best bet. That's dear old,

Ida, oh lovin' Ida
won't you sing it again,
sing it again,
Ida, please play that haunting refrain
wonderful strain,
when you sing those Roly Boly eyes,
That's when you begin to tantalize
Sweetness, Sweetness,
Oh! Boy, that's paradise.
Eddie you are beloved
as a minstrel strain,
best in the land,
You sing those songs
like nobody can
for you understand
I'm tired of hearing songs
about the pale moonshine
songs of dear old Dixie land
and mammy mine
so sing me Ida,
I've got the Eddie Leonard Blues.

Ida, oh lovin' Ida
won't you sing it again,
sing it again,
Ida, please play that haunting refrain
wonderful strain,
when you sing those Roly Boly eyes,
That's when you begin to tantalize
Sweetness, Sweetness,
Oh! Boy, that's paradise.
Eddie you are beloved
as a minstrel strain,
best in the land,
You sing those songs
like nobody can
for you understand
I'm tired of hearing songs
about the pale moonshine
songs of dear old Dixie land
and mammy mine
so sing me Ida,
I've got the Eddie Leonard Blues.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Eddie Leonard Blues 1922
Foxtrot Song
by Val & Ernie Stanton
© MCMXXII by Edwrd. B. Marks Music Co.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tuesday 3 March 2009 at 15.53
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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