That Tomahawk Rag 1912

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 20 Jul 2007
2007

A man who came from our town,
he was loose in all his "slats",
they called him Tommy Tomahawk
cause Indians drove him "Batts."
When he'd go to a picture show
an Indian film to see,
then he'd do the wardance
while he'd shout with glee.
Oh music man look here,
just play that tune so queer,
now don't be slow because you know
that tune I want to hear.

Play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk Rag
Play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk Rag,
heap much camp fire blazing high,
big full moon up in the sky,
can't you hear those ragtime Indians cry:
Oh, Squawman, we'll dance that Tom a Tom tag.
Big chief no like a heap a much drag.
So you'll have to play an Indian air,
or they'll scalp you while you're there,
play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk,
Oh, you ragtime Tomahawk,
play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk Rag.

Play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk Rag
Play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk Rag,
heap much camp fire blazing high,
big full moon up in the sky,
can't you hear those ragtime Indians cry:
Oh, Squawman, we'll dance that Tom a Tom tag.
Big chief no like a heap a much drag.
So you'll have to play an Indian air,
or they'll scalp you while you're there,
play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk,
Oh, you ragtime Tomahawk,
play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk Rag.

He got himself a job outside
a big tobacco store,
they dressed him as an Indian chief
with Indian togs galore.
He held a great big tomahawk, but,
then alas 'tis true,
some one had fire water,
then he had some too,
and how this chief did try
to scalp the passers by,
and as they took him off to jail
they heard his pleading cry.

Play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk Rag
Play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk Rag,
heap much camp fire blazing high,
big full moon up in the sky,
can't you hear those ragtime Indians cry:
Oh, Squawman, we'll dance that Tom a Tom tag.
Big chief no like a heap a much drag.
So you'll have to play an Indian air,
or they'll scalp you while you're there,
play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk,
Oh, you ragtime Tomahawk,
play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk Rag.

Play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk Rag
Play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk Rag,
heap much camp fire blazing high,
big full moon up in the sky,
can't you hear those ragtime Indians cry:
Oh, Squawman, we'll dance that Tom a Tom tag.
Big chief no like a heap a much drag.
So you'll have to play an Indian air,
or they'll scalp you while you're there,
play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk,
Oh, you ragtime Tomahawk,
play me that Tom Tom Tomahawk Rag.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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That Tomahawk Rag 1912
Music by Allen Spurr
Lyrics by Edward Downing
© MCMXII by The Allen Spurr Mus.Pub.Co.  Marion, Ind.
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 20 July 2007 at 11.38pm
in association with Doug Grierson
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