Charlie Green, Play That Thing



I know a fool who blows a horn

He comes from way down south.

You never heard such blowin' since you was born

When he puts that trombone to his mouth;

He cries and moans, he grunts and groans

He sounds just like a cow.

Ain't no one doin' his stuff

Cause he won't show 'em how---



Charlie Green! Blow that thing!

I mean that slide trombone.

Make it talk, make it sing

Where did you get that tone?

If Gabriel could hear you blow

He'd let you lead his band, I know

Oh Charlie Green. Blow that thing!

I mean that slide trombone.

Charlie Green! Blow that thing!

I mean that slide trombone.

You could even make a king

Jump right off his throne.

And he'd break a leg, I know

Doin' the Charleston when you blow,

Oh Charlie Green. Blow that thing!

I mean that slide trombone.





Charlie Green! Blow that thing!

I mean that slide trombone.

Make it talk, make it sing

I mean that slide trombone,

You never saw such a shakin' of the hips

Like when he's got it to his lips,

Oh Charlie Green. Blow that thing!

I mean that slide trombone.



An old Bessie Smith blues.

Recorded by Erik Darling, also Hoyt Axton

@blues @music

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