Jigadeer Johnson 1918

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 24 Jun 2008
2008

Sambo Johson was a son of rest
down in sunny South Carl'ine
all that smoke he did
was to eat and sleep
that's the way he spent his time.
When the war broke out
the talk of the draft
it filled his soul with fear,
they took him away
and then he wrote home:
"They have made me a Jigadeer."

I hear that bugle calling
I hear that bugle calling
Oh how those plaintive notes
they do appeal to me,
I rise at four each morning
and I works around the mess
then I chambermaid 'bout fifty mules
and help the Captain dress.
I polishes the armament
and then the Captain say
Come on old Jig get busy
it's time to start the day,
when that bugler blows his yodel
I just loses all my starch
I'd rather fill an ambulance
than march, march, march.

I hear that bugle calling
I hear that bugle calling
Oh how those plaintive notes
they do appeal to me,
I rise at four each morning
and I works around the mess
then I chambermaid 'bout fifty mules
and help the Captain dress.
I polishes the armament
and then the Captain say
Come on old Jig get busy
it's time to start the day,
when that bugler blows his yodel
I just loses all my starch
I'd rather fill an ambulance
than march, march, march.

Sambo Johnson was a busy man
he worked eighteen hours a day,
he had many hard
also sleepless nights
and his pay was payless pay.
When old Sambo thought about his fine job
it all seemed mighty queer,
so making salute
he says: "Captain, please
just retire me as Jigadeer."

I hear that bugle calling
I hear that bugle calling
Oh how those plaintive notes
they do appeal to me,
I rise at four each morning
and I works around the mess
then I chambermaid 'bout fifty mules
and help the Captain dress.
I polishes the armament
and then the Captain say
Come on old Jig get busy
it's time to start the day,
when that bugler blows his yodel
I just loses all my starch
I'd rather fill an ambulance
than march, march, march.

I hear that bugle calling
I hear that bugle calling
Oh how those plaintive notes
they do appeal to me,
I rise at four each morning
and I works around the mess
then I chambermaid 'bout fifty mules
and help the Captain dress.
I polishes the armament
and then the Captain say
Come on old Jig get busy
it's time to start the day,
when that bugler blows his yodel
I just loses all my starch
I'd rather fill an ambulance
than march, march, march.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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Jigadeer Johnson 1918
Comic Song
Lyrics & Music by Seneca G.Lewis
© MCMXVIII by Jerome H.Remick & Co. - New York & Detroit
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Tuesday 24 June 2008 at 16.25
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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