Biografía:
Cab Calloway (25 de diciembre de 1907–18 de noviembre de 1994) fue un famoso cantante y músico de jazz estadounidense. Calloway fue un importante músico de scat y su banda fue una de las orquestas de jazz afroamericanas más populares de Estados Unidos entre los años 30 y 40. La orquesta de Calloway tenía a músicos como los trompetistas Dizzy Gillespie y Adolphus "Doc" Cheatham, saxofonistas Ben Webster y Leon "Chu" Berry y el bajista Milt Hinton. Calloway siguió haciendo música hasta su muerte en 1994 a la edad de 86 años.
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
Intro
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It was down in old Joe's bar-room,
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On the corner by the square
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The drinks were served as usual
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And the usual crowd were there
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On my left stood big Joe McKennedy
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His eyes were bloodshot red
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He turned to the crowd around him
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These were the very words he said
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I went down to St. James Infirmary
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To see my baby there;
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She was stretched out on a long, white table
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So pale, so cold, so fair
Chorus
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Let her go, let her go, god bless her
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Wherever she may be
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She may search this whole world over
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And never find a man as sweet as me
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When I die please bury me
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In my high-top Stetson hat
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Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
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So the gang'll know I died standing pat
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I wat six crap shooters for pall bearers
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Six pretty girls to sing me a song
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Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
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To raise hell as we stroll along
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And now that you have heard my story
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I'll have another shot of booze;
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And if anybody happens to ask you
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I've got the St. James Infirmary blues
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Dm A7 Dm
It was down in old Joe's bar-room,
Dm Gm Dm A7
On the corner by the square
Dm A7 Dm
The drinks were served as usual
Bb7 A7 Dm A7
And the usual crowd were there
Dm A7 Dm
On my left stood big Joe McKennedy
Dm Gm Dm A7
His eyes were bloodshot red
Dm A7 Dm
He turned to the crowd around him
Bb7 A7 Dm A7
These were the very words he said
Dm A7 Dm
I went down to St. James Infirmary
Dm Gm Dm A7
To see my baby there;
Dm A7 Dm
She was stretched out on a long, white table
Bb7 A7 Dm A7
So pale, so cold, so fair
Chorus
Dm A7 Dm
Let her go, let her go, god bless her
Dm Gm Dm A7
Wherever she may be
Dm A7 Dm
She may search this whole world over
Bb7 A7 Dm A7
And never find a man as sweet as me
Dm A7 Dm
When I die please bury me
Dm Gm Dm A7
In my high-top Stetson hat
Dm A7 Dm
Put a twenty-dollar gold piece on my watch chain
Bb7 A7 Dm A7
So the gang'll know I died standing pat
Dm A7 Dm
I wat six crap shooters for pall bearers
Dm Gm Dm A7
Six pretty girls to sing me a song
Dm A7 Dm
Put a jazz band on my hearse wagon
Bb7 A7 Dm A7
To raise hell as we stroll along
Dm A7 Dm
And now that you have heard my story
Dm Gm Dm A7
I'll have another shot of booze;
Dm A7 Dm
And if anybody happens to ask you
Bb7 A7 Dm A7 Dm
I've got the St. James Infirmary blues
Cactus Attack
Cadence Kid
Cady Groves
Caedmons Call
Caesars