Louis Armstrong - The Esssential Louis Armstrong (2006) by Louis Armstrong (보컬) on maniadb.com

(Ory/Gilbert)

I look at them shuffle and the shuffle come down
Ramblin' and scramblin' and a-headin' for town
Hoppin' and boppin' and a-buzzin' around
Happily awaitin' at the station
I look at that train number 709
Hoppin' and boppin' and arrivin' on time
Who do you think is about to arrive
The band they call the Dixieland Five

They're gonna play that muskrat ramble tune
Like the way you never heard it played
Get ready for the big parade
All together now - one and two
Join that happy crowd
Tellin' me that ramblin' scramblin' muskrat song
Come on, ramble along
Yeah

Miscellaneous
What a wonderful worldWhat A Wonderful World (Louis Armstrong)
I see trees of green, red roses too
I see them bloom for me and you
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world
I see skies of blue and clouds of white
The bright blessed day, the dark sacred night
What a wonderful world

The colors of the rainbow so pretty in the sky
Are also on the faces of people going by
I see friends shaking hands
Saying "How do you do"
They really saying "I Love You"

I hear babies cry I watch them grow
They learned much more than I'll never know
And I think to myself, what a wonderful world

Miscellaneous
What a wonderful worldWhat A Wonderful World (Louis Armstrong)

(intro)
Yeah, to all my fans, for people who don't know
What i've been going through to make my own, yeah...

Now its time to hurt your feelings as i upset music industry fans
Hey yo my man, look at my hands, they look human, right?
You think i'm a monster, ill circus clown, i'm not a specimen
Don't look at me funny when i come around
And ya'll been trying to figure me out for years
Trying to reduplicate me, but they can't, so they hate me
While white boys rub the heads of black music with a japanese assistant
What does a chinese kid know about the rap game, it's a shame
As i see 'em watching bet
There's a million of creative rappers tryin' to be me
I'm starting to feel like jimi hendrix
When they cover the story who started rock
Magazines put blankets over my interviews
They don't want to see me on channel 7 news
Tellin the truth of the project group
Which they always have secret spies in with eyes
Watchin me record my album, sending producers with wack tracks
And dats, messin' up my whole format
Can you imagine doing something that would need more to function
With an alternative hippy kid from the record label watchin your back
Talkin about mariah carey's honky
Makin' an average group buck dance like a barrel full of monkeys
While i break out to do the shopping, boy
You're makin' a quick phone call
About my sound is too new and different
I need to be a regular like dru hill, a little more ill
Hey keith we want you to be ill!

Yeah, leave me alone!
Hey keith, we want you to be ill!

Of course i'm hard to work with, cos you're hard to work with
I don't wanna be the insane clown posse and collaborate
I'm tryin' to innovate and think quick at a fast rate
Why you mad? cos i'm original?
You can't do the material
When i sit back and watch you act big
Spend your budget on your video
I'm in one of my 3 luxury apartments eating raisin bran cereal
While you front, 'lo i'll take my white rhyme down to world's fargo
How long's it gonna take?
900 thousand and clear, talkin' with a clerk
I don't need a binge this year
Took care of my paperwork
Take the united taxi out to vegas
While the average r'n'b group is doing a promo concert
Ignoring your phone calls from broke labels
Who try to put out underground mc's
Try to get me to rap on a wacky-ass track with one g
How dare you try to insult me?
I got 40 grand for 3 minutes to write a song with prodigy
Other crews don't get, but you got the nerve to call me ?±welcome to the business?±
Stand as a witness, work on your stomach, use physical fitness
I ain't playin' all this african stuff, all look the same

I don't need a joe neckbone puttin' his artwork on my cd
Enjoyin' apple jacks and honeycomb, with me sittin' on the throne
No, i'm takin the regular picture by the hotel saint bonaventure
Besides i do wear a cold blue winter
And eat at beautiful resturants... yeah!

Yeah, leave me alone!
Hey keith, we want you to be ill!

Why you think i should wear a motorcycle helmet?
Why don't you wear it?
Put on some wings like a parrot
Let's discuss this contract
Why are you hypin' up a normal female group with fat cellulite that sound wack
Most of y'all goin' out like uncle toms, like louis armstrongs
Wearin' a tattoo and born on stage like tracy chapman
I canceled a big tour 'cos i was prepared
You're on the roll with your damn money and ya're all scared
Why ya'll walkin, look hard like your manager got your name
All over your versatile card
And plus, this video treatment sucks
The fishlens effect
The lens to the camera only costs 100 bucks
Look at the director trying to tell me what to do
I've done this before
14 degrees freezing cold doin' poppa large with a cage over my head, that's dead
Don't get your imagination too messed up
I'm wearing a yankee hat and a starter
I'm not dressing up
How you gonna tell me what to wear?
I don't need mascara and a stylist
Save that for a big rock group like pantera
Experience, next plateau, mercury, wild pitch, emi, capitol, dreamworks
Never got robbed, put my lyrics away and stuffed
Too many people with hands in my projects
Havin' fantasies of me being superman, you actin' stupid man
I'm like prince
You might see me once every 5 years at the record company
While most of you live at the label beggin for your rent and car notes to be paid
Under the table doing routine dances for advances
Oooh... you've been involved...

Yeah, leave me alone!
Hey keith, we want you to be ill!

It was down in Old Joe's barroom,
On the corner by the square,
Drinks were being served as usual,
And a goodly crowd was there.

When up steped old joe McGuinny
His eyes were bloodshot red;
As he poured himself more wiskey,
This is what he said:

I went down to the St. James Infirmary
I saw my baby there,
Streched out on a cold white table,
So sweet, so cold, so fair.

So Let her go, let her go, God bless her;
Wherever she may be **see note**
She may search this wide world over
but she'll never find a sweet man like me.

When I die, want you to dress me in straght laced shoes
A box back coat and a Stetson hat;
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
So the boys know I died standin' pat.

**verses not in original recording**

There are sixteen cold black horses,
Hitched to her rubber tired hack;
There are seven women goin' to that graveyard,
and only six of 'em are coming back.

Now that you'v heard my story,
pour me one more shot of booz;
And if anyone comes askin' about me,
Tell 'em I got, Saint James Infermery blues.

Some people exchange "She never did love me" for the line "Where ever she may be" that was in the original.

Won’t you come and go with me
Down that mississippi
We’ll take a boat to the land of dreams
Come along with me on, down to new orleans

Now the band’s there to greet us
Old friends will meet us
Where all them folks goin to the st. louis cemetary meet
Heaven on earth.... they call it basin street

I’m tellin’ ya, basin street...... is the street
Where all them characters from the first street they meet
New orleans..... land of dreams
You’ll never miss them rice and beans
Way down south in new orleans

They’ll be huggin’.... and a kissin’
That’s what I been missin’
And all that music....lord, if you just listen’
New orleans....i got them basin street blues

(instrumental break)

Now ain’t you glad you went with me
On down that mississippi
We took a boat to the land of dreams
Heaven on earth...they call it basin street