Chicken Rhythm (09-15-39) - Slim Gaillard

When the town is fast a-sleep, and it’s mid-night in the sky

That’s the time the fes-tive chink starts to wink his oth-er eye

Starts to wink his dream-y eye, la-zi-ly you’ll hear him sigh

Strang-ers ta-king in the sights, pig-tails fly-ing here and there

See that brok-en wall street sport, still thinks he’s a mil-lion-aire

Still thinks he’s a mil-lion-aire, pipe dreams ban-ish ev-'ry care

Chi-na-town, my chi-na-town

Where the lights are low

Hearts that know no oth-er land

Drift-ing to and fro

Dream-y dream-y chi-na-town

Al-mond eyes of brown

Hearts seems light and life seems bright

In dream-y chi-na-town