Jazzbo Brown From Memphis Town

Lyrics for Jazzbo Brown From Memphis Town

Don't you start no crowin', lay your money down I've got mine on Jazzbo, that mis'able clown, that hound He ain't got no equal, no way in this land So let me tell you people 'bout this Memphis man Jazzbo Brown from Memphis Town He's a clown, that hound He can't dance, he can't sing But lawdy how he can play that thing He ain't seen no music school He can't read a note But he's the plainest fool On that Memphis boat When he wraps his big fat lips 'Round that doggone horn Helpin' out on sin and cheer Lord, carryin' on I could dance to Monaco If that fool would only blow Jazzbo brown, that clown, that hound From Memphis Town Jazzbo Brown from Memphis Town He's a clown, that hound When he blows and pats his feet Makes a butcher leave his meat He don't play no classic stuff Like them Hoffman Tales What he plays is good enough For the Prince of Wales He can moan an' he can groan I ain't foolin' you There ain't nothin' on that horn That old Jazz can't do That sure does mark your card And I'll give you all the odds On Jazzbo Brown, that clown, that hound From Memphis Town