My Tom Tom Man 1915

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 20 January 2011
2011

Tom Tom beating in the lonely Western air,
Tom Tom calling to an Indian maiden fair,
By a camp fire gleaming
her dark eyes a beaming,
Of her lover dreaming
beneath the starry skies.
And then again,
so tenderly she sighs:

Come be my Tom Tom man,
my heap big Tom Tom man
My heart keeps time to the rhyme
of your Tom Tom beating you understand
Kiowa KioKoo
that means I love you true
I want to ride by your side as a bride
my Tom Tom man.

Come be my Tom Tom man,
my heap big Tom Tom man
My heart keeps time to the rhyme
of your Tom Tom beating you understand
Kiowa KioKoo
that means I love you true
I want to ride by your side as a bride
my Tom Tom man.

Tom Tom beating thro' the valleys far away,
Tom Tom greeting ev'ryone at break of day.
Indian on his pony
rides toward San Antony.
Bent on matrimony
with girlie by his side
and then again,
she sings with loving pride.

Come be my Tom Tom man,
my heap big Tom Tom man
My heart keeps time to the rhyme
of your Tom Tom beating you understand
Kiowa KioKoo
that means I love you true
I want to ride by your side as a bride
my Tom Tom man.

Come be my Tom Tom man,
my heap big Tom Tom man
My heart keeps time to the rhyme
of your Tom Tom beating you understand
Kiowa KioKoo
that means I love you true
I want to ride by your side as a bride
my Tom Tom man.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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My Tom Tom Man 1915
Music by Robert van Alstyne
Lyrics by Gus Kahn
© MCMXV by Jerome H.Remick & Co. - N.Y. & Detroit
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Thursday 20 January 2011 at 10.40
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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