Wild Cherries (Coony, Spoony Rag) - текст песни

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Verse 1
Talk of yo' loony coons,
Talk of yo' spoony coons,
Lover of coony tunes,
Jackson was the leader of a big brass band,
Understand!
While at a ball one night,
Lucinda Morgan White
Yelled out with all her might
when he started playing some familiar tune.
She just cried with delight:
Chorus 1
"If you love yo' babe,
Play that tune for me.
Just because I feel so funny,
Honey, I don't care for money.
I'm goin' crazy, that rag's a daisy,
I just can' make my feeling behave.
Play that tune again,
Mighty soon again.
Honey, don't you start to scold,
I'm feeling like a two year old.
When I hear that strain,
Gwine to cry again,
Play me some 'Wild Cherry Rag.'"
Verse 2
Talk of yo' weddin' chimes,
Talk of yo' champagne wines,
Talk of yo' scand'lous times,
Mister Jackson married Miss Lucinda White
Sunday night.
Just as the knot was tied,
Parson had blessed the bride,
Jackson stood by her side
When music played that lovin' weddin' march,
Lucinda just cried:
Chorus 2
"If you love yo' babe,
Play that tune for me
No, I'm not a-blowin', hon,
But I just feel like goin' some.
I'm goin' crazy, that rag's a daisy,
I just can't make my feeling behave.
Play that tune again,
Mighty soon again.
Oh, you seven-come-eleven!
Hon, I'm goin' straight to heav'n.
When I hear that strain,
Gwine to cry again,
Play me some 'Wild Cherry Rag.'"