That Dying Rag 1911

James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 21 Oct 2004

Honey, I'm sinkin' fast,
Soon I will breathe my last,
fever is very high,
doctor says I will die,
'fore I take my long, long rest,
grant me, dear, one request.
'Member that afternoon,
we heard that dreamy tune,
when you remarked to me,
Who wrote that melody,
that's the air I want to share
before I die.

Honey dear I must be going I fear,
I feel the finish is near,
please bring your 'cello in here,
while I see,
just play the sweet melody,
and honey call it for me:
"That Dying Rag."

Honey dear I must be going I fear,
I feel the finish is near,
please bring your 'cello in here,
while I see,
just play the sweet melody,
and honey call it for me:
"That Dying Rag."

Honey, don't hesitate,
Soon it will be too late,
Heavenly gates I see,
St. Peter's calling me,
that The Lord I'm gwine to go,
up above, not below,
write on my tombstone, dear,
put this inscription clear:
"Buried without disgrace,
Died with a smiling face,"
Honey, say, I passed away
without a care.

Honey dear I must be going I fear,
I feel the finish is near,
please bring your 'cello in here,
while I see,
just play the sweet melody,
and honey call it for me:
"That Dying Rag."

Honey dear I must be going I fear,
I feel the finish is near,
please bring your 'cello in here,
while I see,
just play the sweet melody,
and honey call it for me:
"That Dying Rag."

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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That Dying Rag 1911
Music by Bernie Adler
Lyrics by Irving Berlin
© 1911 by Ted Snyder Co. Inc.  N.Y.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Thursday 21 October 2004 at 19.28
in association with Doug Grierson
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