Letras
Don't you start no crowin', lay your money down
I got mine on Jazzbo, that Memphis clarinet hound
He ain't got no equal, nowhere in this land
So let me tell you people 'bout this Memphis man
Jazzbo Brown from Memphis town, he's a clarinet hound
He can't dance and he can't sing
But Lord, yeah, he can play that thing
He ain't seen no music school, he can't read a note
But he's a playin' this fool on that Memphis boat
When he wraps his sweet old lips 'round that doggone horn
Captains out on seas and ships, Lord, they're carrying on
I could dance a month or so if that fool only blow
Jazzbo Brown, that clarinet hound from Memphis town
Jazzbo Brown from Memphis town, he's a clarinet hound
When he blows and taps his feet, makes a butcher leave his meat
He don't play no classic stuff like them Hoffman tales
What he plays is good enough for the Prince of Wales
He can moan and he can groan, I ain't foolin' you
There ain't nothin' on that horn that ol' Jazz can't do
Set your dice, mark your cards, then I'll give you all the odds
On Jazzbo Brown, that clarinet hound from Memphis town