Aunt Hagar’s Blues

Lyrics

[Trumpet solo: Louis Armstrong] Old Deacon Splivin, his flock was givin' The way of livin' right, yes Said he, "No wingin', no ragtime singin' Tonight", yes Up jumped Aunt Hagar And shouted out with all her might, all her might She said, "Oh, tain't no use to preachin' Oh, tain't no use to teachin' Each modulation of syncopation Just tells my feet to dance and I can't refuse When I hear the melody They call the blues, those ever lovin' blues Just hear Aunt Hagar's children harmonizin' To that old mournful tune It's a-like choir from on high Broke loose, yeah man If the Devil brought it The good Lord sent it right down to me, yes Let the congregation join While I sing those lovin' Aunt Hagar's blues [Trumpet solo: Louis Armstrong]