Blow, Red, Blow

Take your trombone in your hand and (blow, red, blow)
I know you understand (blow, red, blow)
It is time to swing the band, ooh (blow, red, blow)

Now let me hear you moan (blow, red, blow)
How about a little groan? (Blow, red, blow)
Yeah, that mellow tone (blow, red, blow)

Come on, boy, use your slide (blow, red, blow)
Let me hear the music live (blow, red, blow)
It's time now to ride (blow, red, blow)

Get your trombone outta Hocking (blow, red, blow)
You better start to rock, boy (blow, red, blow)
You can rock around the clock, red (blow, red, blow)

Blow, red, blow
Blow, red, blow
Blow, red, blow
Blow, red, blow
Blow, red, blow
Blow, red, blow

Blow, red
Blow, red
Blow, red
Blow, red
Blow, red
Blow, red

Blow, red, blow
Blow, red, blow
Blow, red, blow
Blow, red, blow
Blow, red, blow
Blow, red, blow

Blow, red
Blow, red
Blow, red
Blow, red
Blow, red



Credits
Writer(s): Louis Prima
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