Jim Croce
Текст песни Charley Green, Play That Slide Trombone

I know a fool who blows a horn,
He comes from 'way down South,
Oh yeah; And you ain't seen such blowin' since you been born,
Like when a trombone's to his mouth.

He wails and moans, grunts and groans.
He can moan just like a cow;
And you ain't seen such blowin'
Since you been born, 'Cause he won't show 'em how.

Oh, Charley, won't you play that thing, I mean the slide trombone
Make it talk, Make it sing,
I mean the slide trombone.
If Gabriel knew how you could blow,
He'd let you lead his band, I know.
Oh, Charley, won't you play that thing,
I mean the slide trombone.
Oh, Charley, play that thing,
I mean the slide trombone.

Make it talk, Make it sing,
I mean the slide trombone.

Now you ain't seen such movin' hips,
Like when the trombone's to his lips.
Charley Green, play that thing,
I mean the slide trombone,

Oh, yeah, I mean the slide trombone.