Текст песни King of the Trombone - Busty Brown

Listen, everybody, and hear every word I say
About a man who lived good, but he's not around today
He was a king of the trombone, and no one could take his throne
But with a knife, Lord, he took our lives, and leave us all to mourn

Dundee the drummer was his name
Dundee, Lord, you know, he was insane
I'm mourning, I'm mourning, I'm mourning
Said I'm mourning, Lord

Listen to me, all
He was beloved by the people, both from near and far
But now he's gone to rest, Lord, we miss him so

Dundee the drummer was his name
Dundee, Lord, we all miss him so
Oh, yeah, I'm mourning, I'm mourning, I'm mourning
Said I'm mourning

I was there
I was there when they took him away
And somebody from the crowd
Somebody began to mourn, they go
Hm (oh, oh)

(Come on, sing it one more time)