Twelfth Street Rag - Hank Snow

In a certain city, where

The girls are cute and pretty

They have a raggy jazzy jazz time tune

When you hear that syncopated

Jazz created melody

You could dance all morning

Night and noon

When the slide trombone

And moaning saxophone begin to play

It will make you sad

'Twill make you glad

Oh!

Boy

What Joy

Burn my clothes for I’m in Heaven

Wish I had a million women

Soloman in all his glory

Could have told another story

Were he but living here today

With his thousand wives or more

A Jazz Band on some Egypt shore

He could dance the night and day away

I will tell you how they dance

That tantalizing 12th.

Street Rag

First you slide and then you glide

Then shimmie for a while;

To the left then to the right

«Lame Duck» «Get over Sal»

Watch your step then Pirouette

Fox Trot, then squeeze your pal

Over you comes stealing

Such a funny feeling

'Til you feel

Your senses reeling

Tantalizing, hypnotizing

Mesmerizing strain

I can’t get enough of it

Please play it o’er again

I could dance for ever

To this refrain

To that 12th.

Street

Oh you 12th.

Street Rag