Buddy Bolden Songtext
von Broderick Smith

I thought I heard Buddy Bolden play
And it came from ten miles away
Sound of thunder and fire from his horn
Just like the sound when the earth was born
And his friend Louie, yeah he′d cut your hair
Standing behind the devil's barber chair
He′d process it fine and make it shine

And they'd tell you what was on his mind
Staggering through the streets slashing at the air
You'd blow out his brains while bursting every vein
I thought I heard Buddy Bolden play


Magnolias weep, yes and their blossoms fall
As the hard yellers, the heat is called
And the crawfish sellers, well they make their pitch
From their cribs, those little chickens bitch
And the sissy men, well they wave their silken sheets
As Buddy plays crazy in the fish wet streets
I thought I heard Buddy Bolden play
Play for me

In the perfumed air on the musk scented oils
Comes a procession of lost souls
You can put the Spanish, yeah, in a strutting walk
You can make that thing of brass and silver talk
Gates clanging shut as he strides on by
His horn aimed at a blue lightning sky
I thought I heard Buddy Bolden play
I thought I heard Buddy Bolden play