Ruth Etting — 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 making them glad He don't play melodies, just plays blue harmonies Just like nobody ever had He just plays chords that make you feel grand They call him Sam, the old accordion man His dreamy chords remind you of heaven And they're real chords, according to Dixieland In the evening, by the moonlight, when the sun goes down How those lovers, levee lovers, love to hang around He just plays chords like nobody can They call him Sam, the old accordion man Old chords, new chords, funny old blue chords Morning, night, and noon He just plays chords that make you feel grand They call him Sam, Sam the old accordion man His dreamy chords remind you of heaven And they're real chords, according to Dixieland In the evening, by the moonlight, when the sun goes down How those lovers, levee lovers, love to hang around He plays those chords like nobody can They call him Sam, Sam the old accordion man