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Jazz

						THE DARKTOWN STRUTTER'S BALL

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GOOD NIGHT TILL TOMORROW

Good night til tomorrow,

now the long day is through.

Good night til tomorrow

l'll be dreaming of you.

Then in the morning, l'll see you again.

Than\s for the memories

l'll treasure till then,

Good night till tomorrow

doesn't mean we shall part.

For you are sleeping

you'll be close to my heart,

l'll be there with you, in dreams to night,

Aand so till tomorrow „Good night".

l'M IN THE MOOD FOR LOVE.

Lovely interlude! Most romantic mood,

and your attitude is right, dear.

Sweahart! You have me under a spell.

Now my dreams is real!

That is why I feel. Such a strong appeal

to night!

Somehow! All my reason takes flight! Dear.

Whether saint or prude,

when a girl is wooed,

love can't be subdued, if only, lonely,

she \nows the loving is true.

So, of winning you,

l'm beginning to hope,

if it should rain we'll let it.

But for tonight, forget it!

l'm in the mood for love.

l've got some good news, Honey,

an invitation to the Darhtown Ball.

It's a very swell affair.

All the ,JHigh browns" will be there,

l'll wear my high sil\ hat

and a frock^ tail coat,

You wear your Paris gown

and your new sil\ shawl,

there ain't no doubt about it, babe,

we'll be the best dressea in the hall.

l'll be down to get you in a Taxi, Honey.

You better be ready about half past eight,

now dearie, don't be late.

I want to be there when the band starts

playing.

Remember ivhen we get there, Honey,

the twosteps, I'm goin' to have em all.

Goin to dance out my shoes.

When they play the „felly Roll Blues".

Tommorrow night at the Darktown

Strutters' Ball.

LET HIM GO — LET HIM TARRY

Farewell to cold winter, summer's

come at last.

Nothing have I gained but my true love

I have lost.

Vll sing and I'/l be happy li\e the birds

upon the tree,

For since he deceived me, I care no more

for he.

Let him go, let him tarry, let him sin\

or let himswim.

He doesn't care for me nor I don't care

forhim.

He can go and get another

that I hope he will enjoy

For T mgoing to marry a far nicer boy.

JAZZ   7

					
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