That Trombone Slide 1911

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 13 July 2012
2012

Last night I had a dream
about a minstrel band,
And those melodies they played,
put old Sousa in the shade
oh, that soothing tone
of the slide trombone
was the instrument
that made me moan "Oh Lawdy"
Ev'ry time that fellow stretched
that big long slide
He blew the sweetest music out
from way inside
'twas like peaches and cream
and right in my dream,
I couldn't help but scream:

Dearie, hear me,
Oh, play that trombone slide,
that's the instrument
makes me feel content
'deed it beats the fellow
with that ever loving mellow 'cello,
Slide it, glide it,
never cease
Honey, then I'll die in peace
for ev'ry little movement
of that slide trombone
has a little meaning dearie,
all its own,
I'm goin' to glide,
glide to heaven I'll ride
On that trombone slide!

Dearie, hear me,
Oh, play that trombone slide,
that's the instrument
makes me feel content
'deed it beats the fellow
with that ever loving mellow 'cello,
Slide it, glide it,
never cease
Honey, then I'll die in peace
for ev'ry little movement
of that slide trombone
has a little meaning dearie,
all its own,
I'm goin' to glide,
glide to heaven I'll ride
On that trombone slide!

What's all this talk I hear
about piano man
and those ragtime melodies,
He pounds on the ivories,
them piano tunes
are as old as moons,
you can hear them
morning nights and noons
it's scand'lous
when the strains
of trombone music fill the air,
It turns old winter
into summer ev'rywhere
Then I can't hold my feet
I can't keep my seat
Those tones are simply sweet.

Dearie, hear me,
Oh, play that trombone slide,
that's the instrument
makes me feel content
'deed it beats the fellow
with that ever loving mellow 'cello,
Slide it, glide it,
never cease
Honey, then I'll die in peace
for ev'ry little movement
of that slide trombone
has a little meaning dearie,
all its own,
I'm goin' to glide,
glide to heaven I'll ride
On that trombone slide!

Dearie, hear me,
Oh, play that trombone slide,
that's the instrument
makes me feel content
'deed it beats the fellow
with that ever loving mellow 'cello,
Slide it, glide it,
never cease
Honey, then I'll die in peace
for ev'ry little movement
of that slide trombone
has a little meaning dearie,
all its own,
I'm goin' to glide,
glide to heaven I'll ride
On that trombone slide!

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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That Trombone Slide 1911
"Dedicated to the trombone players of the world"
Music by Annette Stone
Lyrics by Will J. Harris
© 1911 by The Will J.Harris Music Co.  Chicago, Illinois
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sequence & karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Friday 13 July 2012 at 17.33
in association with Veda Meyer-Castens
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