The Bootblack Rag 1911

by James Pitt-Payne, London UK - 17 Jul 2006
2006

Ever have a shoe shine,
one that make you feel fine,
have a reg'lar bootblack
put a shine upon your shoes.
You can feel the music rushing,
keeping time while he's a brushing.
If you listen to it,
it will drive away the blues,
your trouble will diminish,
when he starts the finish.
All the time he's shining
the tune it doesn't drag;
a Music Master, dub him,
with a piece of cloth he's rubbin'
playing soleful music with the
Boot Black Rag.

Get a shine, get a shine,
hear them play that bootblack rag,
get a shine, get a shine,
your feet will never drag,
you can feel the grandest music
that you never felt before,
and if your shoes are shine'd
you'll feel like dancing all the more;
Oh, babe, just hear that music fine;
won't you get a shine?
Shine with me, Shine with me,
and I'll take you to the ball;
Shine with me, shine with me,
we'll be the brightest of them all,
for this son used to shine
in his old Kentucky home,
get a shine, get a shine,
hear them play that bootblack rag.

Get a shine, get a shine,
hear them play that bootblack rag,
get a shine, get a shine,
your feet will never drag,
you can feel the grandest music
that you never felt before,
and if your shoes are shine'd
you'll feel like dancing all the more;
Oh, babe, just hear that music fine;
won't you get a shine?
Shine with me, Shine with me,
and I'll take you to the ball;
Shine with me, shine with me,
we'll be the brightest of them all,
for this son used to shine
in his old Kentucky home,
get a shine, get a shine,
hear them play that bootblack rag.

When he shines the leather,
feels light as a feather,
bound to make you happy
as your feet so good they feel,
and all care he will demolish,
as he's right there with the polish,
when he plays his solo
you know that he's not a heel,
the glooms go disappearing,
the joys they are all fearing.
Ev'rything gets brighter,
the brushes never lag,
no time for dull repining,
he's a reg'lay star at shining,
keep in step, there's music in that
Boot Black Rag.

Get a shine, get a shine,
hear them play that bootblack rag,
get a shine, get a shine,
your feet will never drag,
you can feel the grandest music
that you never felt before,
and if your shoes are shine'd
you'll feel like dancing all the more;
Oh, babe, just hear that music fine;
won't you get a shine?
Shine with me, Shine with me,
and I'll take you to the ball;
Shine with me, shine with me,
we'll be the brightest of them all,
for this son used to shine
in his old Kentucky home,
get a shine, get a shine,
hear them play that bootblack rag.

Get a shine, get a shine,
hear them play that bootblack rag,
get a shine, get a shine,
your feet will never drag,
you can feel the grandest music
that you never felt before,
and if your shoes are shine'd
you'll feel like dancing all the more;
Oh, babe, just hear that music fine;
won't you get a shine?
Shine with me, Shine with me,
and I'll take you to the ball;
Shine with me, shine with me,
we'll be the brightest of them all,
for this son used to shine
in his old Kentucky home,
get a shine, get a shine,
hear them play that bootblack rag.

Soft karaoke
Words
piano 1
piano 2
piano 3
piano 4
lyric
pizz str bass
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The Bootblack Rag 1911
Music by Fred Whitney
Lyrics by Harry Bewley
© 1911 by The Song Writers Pub.Co.
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sequence and karaoke by James Pitt-Payne, London UK
on Monday 17 July 2006 at 9.26am
in association with Doug Grierson
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