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Last night, night before,
Twenty-four robbers came to my door.
Opened the door and let them in,
I hit ′em in the head with a bottle of gin
Just can't, understand,
Twenty-four robbers fighting one man.
One of them took the silverware,
It wasn′t very good, so I really don't care.
I'm gonna warn you (warn you)
I′ll tell you what to do (what to do)
You′d better lock your door (lock your door)
Cause the robbermen might come back again
I can't sleep, anymore,
Put a big chair right by my front door.
Got a shotgun and stood it there,
To keep the robbers out of my hair.
Hit the road!



Авторы: James Young, Ted Buckner


Fats Waller - 100 Ans de jazz : Fats Waller
Альбом 100 Ans de jazz : Fats Waller
дата релиза
01-10-2007

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2   Fats Waller's Original E Flat Blues
3   Hey! Stop Kissin' My Sister
4   Everybody Loves My Baby, But My Baby Don't Love Nobody But Me
5   Tain't Nobody's Bizness If I Do
6   Abercrombie Had A Zombie
7   Scram!
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9   Mamacita
10   Pantin' In The Panther Room
11   Shortnin' Bread
12   Pan-Pan
13   I Wanna Hear Swing Songs
14   All That Meat And No Potatoes
15   Carolina Shout
16   Twenty-Four Robbers
17   Sad Sap Sucker Am I
18   Chant of the Groove
19   Come And Get It
20   Rump Steak Serenade
21   Buck Jumpin'
22   Winter Weather
23   Cash for Your Trash
24   Don't Give Me That Jive
25   Your Socks Don't Match
26   Really Fine
27   The Jitterbug Waltz
28   By The Light Of The Silvery Moon
29   Swing Out To Victory
30   Moppin' and Boppin'
31   Ain't Misbehavin'




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