Chords for Where the Blues were born in New Orleans by Louis Armstrong

[Gm] I have a perfectly charming escort. _
Folks, _ [G] _ [C] come gather round my [Ab] stand _ _ _ [C] _ [G] and hear [B] _ [G] Satchmo's happy Dixie [C] band.
_ _ _ _ Now I know some people call it [F] corn, _
[Db] _ _ _ _ but [C] right [Gm] here [G] is where the blues [Ab] born. _
_ _ _ [C] Hear that music blue just the thing that [Dbm] you'd [G] like to strut to on the floor.
Hear the slide trombone and trumpet moan [C] as you're coming through the door.
_ _ [A] I'll guarantee that you'll never see [Bb] like [G] the likes of [F] them again.
_ [D] _ Stomp your feet to the feet [F] of the Dixie [G] music men.
_ _ Everybody move, get [C] right in the groove, [G] there ain't nothing you can lose.
_ Now right here's the spot where we'll all get hot [C] with a nasty mess of blues.
[A] And here's the [B] place [Dbm] to [D] slap and [F] spank that [A] bass, hear the [D] music.
And I mean this is [Db] where the blues [Dm] is born [C] in New Orleans. _ _ _
_ _ Let me introduce [G] Mr.
Charlie Beals.
[Cm] Piano man, [G]
Ken [Cm] Eastfield, only got two hands, but that's plenty.
[Ab] For when he plays it [G] sounds like twenty.
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_ _ [Cm] _ [G] _ [Cm] _ [G] _ [Cm] _ [Ebm] _
[Dm] _ [Cm] And here's [D] Kid Ory [Eb] on the [Gm] horn.
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[G] _ _ [Cm] _ Greatest sliding [F] man ever [Cm] born, plays trombone [Ab] smiths with laughing [Cm] notes.
No human being ever [C] wrote.
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_ [Ab] Everybody knows Zooty Singleton.
[Cm] _ Can beat them sheepskins like no one.
[Ab] _ _ Symbols, spells, and all that stuff.
[C] A give all the [G] face and [D] kingdom love. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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[G] And in his body be God, and it's clear that you ain't [Eb] never heard nothing like him yet.
[A] When he cuts loose, [D] I know you'll roar.
Mr.
Big Eyes, [G] please give me more.
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[Cm] Now here's Bud Scott [Fm] and his old [Cm] guitar.
_ Always smoking that [F] big cigar.
[Cm] He's the rhythm man of a great renown.
Give a listen while he goes to town.
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[Gb] Red Calendar, meet him face [Ab] to face.
[G] He's the one that [A] plays that old slap bass.
[Ab] He started out with a violin.
[Cm] And the [F] doggone thing just grew up on him.
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[Gm] And there's me, excuse my crust.
_ _ Introducing myself with my [Am] must.
I'm Satchmo [D] Armstrong, don't forget.
I got to get up out [G] on the old corny. _
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[Cm] _ _ _ Last of all, meet Mr.
Nick.
Gambling [Fm] man, and he's mighty slick.
[Cm] He's the boss man [Fm] of this place [C] and how.
[Ab] Mr.
Nick, please [G] stand up and take a bow. _