| lyric | 1. I have seen the bright lights burning up and down old Broadway,
Seen ’em in gay Havana, Birmingham, alabama, and say,
they just can’t compare with my home town, New Orleans.
’Cause there you’ll fint the old Tin Roof Cafe,
where they play the blues till break of day,
fasxinatin’ babies hangin’ ’round dancin’ to the meanset
band in town, Lawd, how they can play the blues.
And when the leader man starts playin’ low,
folks get up and start to walk it slow,
do a lot of movements hard to beat,
till the old floor man says: „move your feet,“
Lawd, I’ve got those Tin Roof Blues. |