[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com [00:42.95]Down in Louisiana [00:45.58]There's a grand piano playing man [00:51.82]He knows that they can't kid him [00:54.69]'Cause he's got hot rhythm in his hand [01:00.73]The blues that he'll compose will thrill you [01:04.37]From your head to your toes [01:10.29]He called his song black rhythm [01:13.41]'Cause his black hands did it 'neath the moon [01:19.73]The keys he plays on sweetly [01:23.31]And you're left completely in a swoon [01:29.86]The melancholy strum [01:32.58]Mixed with the rum-tum of melodious blues [01:40.26]When he plays the blue note [01:42.11]And adds a new note [01:43.83]You'll think that he wrote a symphony [01:49.18]But he's just improvising [01:52.19]On a southern mammy melody [01:59.18]You'll quit your pouting [02:01.26]And start a-shouting [02:03.05]No need in doubting he knows the keys [02:08.45]He can lay on the white ones [02:11.12]Can play on the black ones with ease [02:17.56]The way he plays black rhythm [02:20.78]Makes the gang stick with him all night long [02:27.33]Forget the hour is late [02:30.15]They hear him syncopate his mournful song [02:36.85]A humming like the breeze [02:40.34]A strumming lightly on those ivories
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[00:00.00]90听音乐网 www.90T8.com[00:42.95]Down in Louisiana
[00:45.58]There's a grand piano playing man
[00:51.82]He knows that they can't kid him
[00:54.69]'Cause he's got hot rhythm in his hand
[01:00.73]The blues that he'll compose will thrill you
[01:04.37]From your head to your toes
[01:10.29]He called his song black rhythm
[01:13.41]'Cause his black hands did it 'neath the moon
[01:19.73]The keys he plays on sweetly
[01:23.31]And you're left completely in a swoon
[01:29.86]The melancholy strum
[01:32.58]Mixed with the rum-tum of melodious blues
[01:40.26]When he plays the blue note
[01:42.11]And adds a new note
[01:43.83]You'll think that he wrote a symphony
[01:49.18]But he's just improvising
[01:52.19]On a southern mammy melody
[01:59.18]You'll quit your pouting
[02:01.26]And start a-shouting
[02:03.05]No need in doubting he knows the keys
[02:08.45]He can lay on the white ones
[02:11.12]Can play on the black ones with ease
[02:17.56]The way he plays black rhythm
[02:20.78]Makes the gang stick with him all night long
[02:27.33]Forget the hour is late
[02:30.15]They hear him syncopate his mournful song
[02:36.85]A humming like the breeze
[02:40.34]A strumming lightly on those ivories
