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• Artiste: Old Crow Machine Show
• Titre: DeFord Rides Again
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DeFord was a man from Castlewood, Tenn' Blowed on that harp both night and day How he wailed on them reeds 'til his lips would bleed Played 'til the Lord knows when Just a little baby boy with a silver toy And the polio strikin' fire and wind At four foot nine, just one of his kind The greatest there ever been Blow, blow, DeFord, blow Play that Pan-American Oh, oh, where did he go? DeFord Bailey rides again Arise, gals and gents, for the show to commence There's a good-nature riot on the air Little DeFord's on the loose with them Muscle Shoals Blues Let the Jim Crow South beware Like the fox chasin' game He was black balled and shamed Stripped out the silver from his hand Now, it's welfare lines and a dollar shine Singin', "Oh, Lord, ain't I a man?" Blow, blow DeFord, blow Play that Pan-American Whoa, oh, where did he go? DeFord Bailey rides again Then he played his last note, in The Banner they wrote "Must have been those Ice Water Blues" Now, up in Greenwood you'll find a plot, four foot nine For our city's biggest shame, they whitewashed his name For that kind of sin, there ain't no excuse Blow, blow, DeFord, blow Play that Pan American Whoa, oh, where did he go? DeFord Bailey rides again Blow, blow, DeFord, blow Playin' up in glory land Whoa, oh, where did he go? DeFord Bailey rides again DeFord Bailey rides again DeFord Bailey rides again