Paroles:
Jazz Blues

Giovane bimba e inutile che tu cerchi di conquistarmi col tuo modo di fare non devi scordare che io vengo dal jazz e tu sei una musica vecchia per me

You can lead a horse to water But you can't make him drink You can send a kid to college But you can't make him think You'll never miss your water baby

all alone It rained last night and things ain't right Without my baby home Every time it rains, I think of you And that's the time, I feel so blue When

girl blue No use, oh girl You may as well surrender Your hope is getting slender Why won't somebody send a tender blue boy To cheer little girl blue

(b. holiday/a. herzog, jr.) Them that's God shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible says And it still is news Momma may have Poppa may have

must you be mean to me Gee, honey it seems to me You love to see me crying I don't know why I stay home Each night when you left all alone Singing the blues

Ooh, what a little moonlight can do Ooh, what a little moonlight can do to you You're in love, your hearts a flutter And all day long you only stutter

Traduction: Dixieland Jazz Group. Beale Street Blues.

Traduction: Gillum Jazz. Blues incertain.