Lyrics:
First verse
It was down in Tennessee That the Jazzy melody, Originaed then waited for popularity; Now in ev'ry cabaret, It's the only thing they play, I love to hear it, must be near it; That's why I say:
Chorus
Take me to the Land of Jazz, Le me hear the kind of blues that Memphis has; I want to step, To a tune that's full of ginger and pep; Pick ‘em up and lay ‘em down, Learn to do the Raz-ma-taz, Let me give you a warning, We won't get home until morning; ‘Cause ev'rybody's full of Jazzbo; In the lovin' Land of Jazz. Take me to the Land of Jazz, Le me hear the kind of blues that Memphis has; I want to step, To a tune that's full of ginger and pep; Pick ‘em up and lay ‘em down, Learn to do the Raz-ma-taz, Let me give you a warning, We won't get home until morning; ‘Cause ev'rybody's full of Jazzbo; In the lovin' Land of Jazz.
Second verse
There is music in each breeze Even trombones grow on Trees, You hear ‘em moaning and groaning their tuneful harmonies; Ev’ry cotton planter’s son, When he meets his lovin’ “hon,” Is simply pestered and requested; To join the fun.
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