They Called It The Dixie Blues - 1919

Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK 10 Aug 2001

Ragtime Joe with his old banjo
Wanted to compose,
Sent for Sloan and his saxophone
Said: "Listen to me, Mose;
We'll write a song
About the South,
And before we're through
We'll steal those southern melodies
Like all the composers do."
And it wasn't very long
Before they had a southern song.

They took a little bit of
Old Black Joe
To start off their refrain,
Kept strummin', kept strummin'
That old familiar strain.
And they took a little bit of
Swanee River
And looked around
Until they found
Massa's In The Cold, Cold Ground,
And then they took four bars of
My Old Kentucky Home,
Those southern tunes
They tried hard to confuse,
They couldn't lose.
Away down south in the land of cotton
There was nothing they'd forgotten.
When it was done
And rolled into one
They called it
The Dixie Blues.

They took a little bit of
Old Black Joe
To start off their refrain,
Kept strummin', kept strummin'
That old familiar strain.
And they took a little bit of
Swanee River
And looked around
Until they found
Massa's In The Cold, Cold Ground,
And then they took four bars of
My Old Kentucky Home,
Those southern tunes
They tried hard to confuse,
They couldn't lose.
Away down south in the land of cotton
There was nothing they'd forgotten.
When it was done
And rolled into one
They called it
The Dixie Blues.

Ragtime Joe said:
"Now listen, Moe,
Let's sail o'er the sea.
We'll look 'round
And we may jot down
A foreign melody."
They went to Belgium, England, France,
Searched to beat the band.
They couldn't find tunes
That compared with those
Down in Dixieland.
Then they said:
"I guess we'll stop,
There's nothing here for us to cop."

They took a little bit of
Old Black Joe
To start off their refrain,
Kept strummin', kept strummin'
That old familiar strain.
And they took a little bit of
Swanee River
And looked around
Until they found
Massa's In The Cold, Cold Ground,
And then they took four bars of
My Old Kentucky Home,
Those southern tunes
They tried hard to confuse,
They couldn't lose.
Away down south in the land of cotton
There was nothing they'd forgotten.
When it was done
And rolled into one
They called it
The Dixie Blues.

They took a little bit of
Old Black Joe
To start off their refrain,
Kept strummin', kept strummin'
That old familiar strain.
And they took a little bit of
Swanee River
And looked around
Until they found
Massa's In The Cold, Cold Ground,
And then they took four bars of
My Old Kentucky Home,
Those southern tunes
They tried hard to confuse,
They couldn't lose.
Away down south in the land of cotton
There was nothing they'd forgotten.
When it was done
And rolled into one
They called it
The Dixie Blues.

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They Called It The Dixie Blues 1919 by Jack Strouse
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They Called It The Dixie Blues 1919 by Jack Strouse
© 1919 by Joe Morris Music Co.
W. 45th St., New York, N.Y.
Sequenced for Piano by
Dr. Pitt-Payne in London UK
on Friday 10 Aug 2001 at 23.11
in association with Doug Grierson
and Bunty Pritchard Jones
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© James Pitt-Payne, London UK, 2001
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