Song Information Music: Claire Galea Lyrics: Erin Stewart Tanti, Claire Galea
I, I got plenty of words for singing But none of them to call my own This album of polaroids I hold Reminds me of all the places I wish I wish I’d gone
But if there’s one thing that just might Take my sorrow and set things right That trumpet playing I hear of the man I love so dear
He’s telling me to feel the rhythm, feel it in your bones You gotta feel that rhythm, feel it in your soul Let all the jazzy cats sway to the dark-dog end of the day To these ole satchmo blues
It feels so alive here in Jackson Square Folks come round from miles Blues always sounds better After two shots bourbon n’ wine
He’s telling us to feel the rhythm, feel it in our bones We gotta feel that rhythm, feel it in our soul In every dance, out on these streets, from our heads down to our feet These ole satchmo blues
Feel the rhythm, feel it in our bones We gotta feel that rhythm, feel it in our soul Let all the swinging jazzy cats sway to the dark-dog end of the day To these ole satchmo blues, satchmo blues To these ole satchmo blues