I know a fool who blows a horn,
He comes from âway down South,
Oh yeah; And you ainât seen such blowinâ since you been born,
Like when a tromboneâs to his mouth.
He wails and moans, grunts and groans.
He can moan just like a cow;
And you ainât seen such blowinâ
Since you been born, âCause he wonât show âem how.
Oh, Charley, wonât you play that thing, I mean the slide trombone
Make it talk, Make it sing,
I mean the slide trombone.
If Gabriel knew how you could blow,
Heâd let you lead his band, I know.
Oh, Charley, wonât you play that thing,
I mean the slide trombone.
Oh, Charley, play that thing,
I mean the slide trombone.
Make it talk, Make it sing,
I mean the slide trombone.
Now you ainât seen such movinâ hips,
Like when the tromboneâs to his lips.
Charley Green, play that thing,
I mean the slide trombone,
Oh, yeah, I mean the slide trombone.
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