Royal Garden Blues
Hon don't you hear that trombone moan?, Just listen to that saxophone.
Gee, hear that clarinet and flute, Cornet jazzin' with a mute,
Makes me just throw myself away, When I hear 'em play.
That weepin' melancholy strain, Say, but it's soothing to the brain;
Just wanna get right up and dance, Don't care I'll take most any chance;
No other blues I'd care to choose, But Royal Garden Blues.
Writer(s): WILLIAMS SPENCER, CLARENCE WILLIAMS
Copyright(s): Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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