Lirieke: Barbra Streisand. Cornet Man.

Well, I just put the kids to sleep
And swept the shack
Took my sweet man?s satchel down
And watched him pack

I said, "Darlin?, while the stove still smolders
Unpin your woman?s hair and rub her shoulders"
I threw myself across the doorway
Beggin?, "Stay, sweet man, stay"

But there?s more in my man?s life
Than this old hag
It?s jelly roll Morton and a shiny cornet
And jazzin? the rag

The lady ain?t been born
Can take the place of a horn
With a cornet man
A-goin? where there?s blowin?

Trav?lin? cornet man
Just anytime they call him
He?ll leave his wife and kiddies
Sittin? with their tongues out

To play for peanuts in a dive
And blow his lungs out
He?ll hop a choo-choo on a moment?s notice
To play some dates with Billy Bates

Or rag-time otis
The lady ain?t see light
Can give a horn a fair fight
With a cornet man

A rootin?, shootin?, ever-tootin? dapper dan
Who carries in his satchel
A powder-blue norfolk suit
A silver-plated wah-wah mute

There is whiskey, gamblin?, each one is a curse
But I?m up against a devil that?s worse
Yes, a horn is my thorn
My trav?lin? cornet man

Kill yourself
tell me about it! yeah, yeah

A powder-blue norfolk suit
I said a silver-plated wah-wah mute
Oh he?s shy on height
He?s short on weight

But he?s the only man
Can make my coffee peculate
A dapper dan
My cornet-playin? man