1921 – Tom Delaney
Down in Louisiana with that sunny clime
They play a class of music that is super fine
And it makes no difference if it’s rain or shine
You can hear the jazzin’ music playing all the time
It sound so peculiar cause the music’s queer
How it’s sweet vibration seems to fill the air
Then to you the whole world seems to be in rhyme
You want nothing else but jazzin’, jazzin’ all the time
Everyone’s nice, never hear them sigh
Hear them loudly cry, oh:
Jazz me, come on professor and jazz me, jazz me
You know I like my dancin’ both day and night
And if I don’t get my jazzin’, I don’t feel right
And if it’s ragtime, I want to play it in jazz time, jazz time
Don’t want it fast, don’t want it slow
Take your time professor, play it sweet and low
I’ve got those doggone, low down, jazz me, jazz me blues