paroles de chanson Charley Green, Play That Slide Trombone - Jim Croce

I know a fool who blows a horn,
He comes from ′way down South,
Oh yeah; And you ain't seen such blowin′ since you been born,
Like when a trombone's to his mouth.
He wails and moans, grunts and groans.
He can moan just like a cow;
And you ain't seen such blowin′
Since you been born, ′Cause he won't show ′em how.
Oh, Charley, won't you play that thing, I mean the slide trombone
Make it talk, Make it sing,
I mean the slide trombone.
If Gabriel knew how you could blow,
He′d let you lead his band, I know.
Oh, Charley, won't you play that thing,
I mean the slide trombone.
Oh, Charley, play that thing,
I mean the slide trombone.
Make it talk, Make it sing,
I mean the slide trombone.
Now you ain′t seen such movin' hips,
Like when the trombone's to his lips.
Charley Green, play that thing,
I mean the slide trombone,
Oh, yeah, I mean the slide trombone.