about
This song was recorded on a brief trip to New Orleans in the early spring of 2011. The video footage is from the 1939-40 World Fair in NYC.
lyrics
I can tell by the way that you walk
and the way you slang your talk
you and me gonna get along
at least until that morning sun comes 'round
everything flits and fleets
so it goes, so it seems
I'll be sad tomorrow when you go
but I'd rather be sad than leave here alone
I'm reaching out my hand
may I have this lonely dance
make my night more grand
honey won't you be my one night stand
the fruit don't fall far from the tree
I'm at your trunk on my bended knee
hoping your boughs might reach
down here where I tend to be
won't you drop a corn-dog a bone
come over and stay at my home
hold me forever for now now now
at least until that morning sun comes 'round
credits
from
Weekly Song Project v2,
track released March 1, 2015
recorded by Colin Gagon at Herzog
keys by Colin Gagon
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