and he played on the match Everytime he played the horn another blues was born Everybodys saying that the way he was playing Had the whole world praying
way For there were trumpets and trombones Making sad sounds and glad tones And notes that I will never understand And there were tin horns and oboes and saxophone solos
way For there were trumpets and trombones making sad sounds and glad tones And notes that I will never understand And there were tin horns and oboes and saxophone solos
sun I say "Revolution, when he gon' come?" Yes he came, in way that may seem strange Only through chaos will we ever see strange [trumpet solo] [singing
I say "Revolution, when he gon' come?" Yes he came, in way that may seem strange Only through chaos will we ever see strange [trumpet solo] [singing