Doris Day — Sam The Old Accordion Man

In Dixieland There's a musical man He has a good time just making folks happy This musical man Is a one-man band Folks have to love him for makin' 'em glad He doesn't play melodies, just plays blue harmonies Just like nobody ever had He just plays chords (He just plays chords) That make you feel grand (That make you feel grand) They call him Sam (Sam) The old accordion man His dreamy chords remind you of heaven (Remind you of heaven) And they're real chords, according to Dixieland In the evening, by the moonlight, when the sun is down How those lovers, there'll be lovers, love to hang around He plays those chords (He plays those chords) Like nobody can (Like nobody can) They call him Sam (Sam) The old accordion man Old chords, new chords, funny old blue chords Morning, night and noon Say he's got chords, nothing but hot chords, never out of tune In the evening, by the moonlight, when the sun is down How those lovers, there'll be lovers, love to hang around He plays those chords (He plays those chords) Like nobody can (Like nobody can) They call him Sam Sam Sam The old accordion man