Jazzbo Brown From Memphis Town - Bessie Smith

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 's the playin'est 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 a mon' ago

If that fool would only blow

Jazzbro brown that clown that hound

From Memphis Town

Jazzbo Brown from Memphis Town

He's a clown that hound

With dirty cloth and dirty face

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 cain'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