作词 : David Chen 作曲 : David Chen Here comes Slim, he's gonna tell us the news He's got a broken toe, a dollar, and a bag on his shoe Odds are stacked, million to one Here come the jug band, I'm gonna win me some I'm gonna win me some Hey… Odds on the jug band, million to one Odds on the jug band, million to one
You've got a washboard, bull-fiddle, and a kazoo All you've got to do is play the blues Muddy Basin, Yokohama, Newport News I'm a jug band millionaire, let me play for you Let me play for you Hey... Muddy Basin, Yokohama, Newport News Muddy Basin, Yokohama, Newport News
Son and Charlie , they were quite the pair Gus Cannon, Furry Lewis, so debonair Guitars and banjoes flying up in the air Yes, indeed, they were millionaires They were millionaires Hey Play that jug like a millionaire Play that jug like a millionaire
I know a gal she can't keep from cryin' Ain't no rhyme or reason, no reason or rhyme She'll look at the moon till she burns her eye That's a rambling woman with a rambling mind Rambling' mind Hey The woman I love got a rambling mind Woman I love got a rambling mind
Woke up this morning, with an aching head Made me think about what my pal Slim said Don't you worry about the blues in your bread Cause I've got Jug Band Dollars in my foldin' bed In my foldin' bed I got Jug Band dollars in my folding bed Jug Band Dollars in my foldin' bed
作词 : David Chen 作曲 : David Chen Here comes Slim, he's gonna tell us the news He's got a broken toe, a dollar, and a bag on his shoe Odds are stacked, million to one Here come the jug band, I'm gonna win me some I'm gonna win me some Hey… Odds on the jug band, million to one Odds on the jug band, million to one
You've got a washboard, bull-fiddle, and a kazoo All you've got to do is play the blues Muddy Basin, Yokohama, Newport News I'm a jug band millionaire, let me play for you Let me play for you Hey... Muddy Basin, Yokohama, Newport News Muddy Basin, Yokohama, Newport News
Son and Charlie , they were quite the pair Gus Cannon, Furry Lewis, so debonair Guitars and banjoes flying up in the air Yes, indeed, they were millionaires They were millionaires Hey Play that jug like a millionaire Play that jug like a millionaire
I know a gal she can't keep from cryin' Ain't no rhyme or reason, no reason or rhyme She'll look at the moon till she burns her eye That's a rambling woman with a rambling mind Rambling' mind Hey The woman I love got a rambling mind Woman I love got a rambling mind
Woke up this morning, with an aching head Made me think about what my pal Slim said Don't you worry about the blues in your bread Cause I've got Jug Band Dollars in my foldin' bed In my foldin' bed I got Jug Band dollars in my folding bed Jug Band Dollars in my foldin' bed
