Dixieland By David Roth © 22nd January, 2005 Play me some Dixieland, Toe tapping Dixieland, Armstrong right out of the bag. Tickle the ivories, Caressing and live-a-lee, Oh, swing me some Scott Joplin Rag, Sawdust and peanut shells, Sweet horn that rolls and swells, Music that won’t droop or sag, Play me some Dixieland, New Orleans Dixieland, Under the ‘Loozianne’ flag. I hear the trumpet start to sail and rip Up and down the triplet scale, The pulsing brush of snare and bass, That trombone sure can wail! The holy clarinet is screaming now, Like an inbound hurricane gale, Bourbon Street beckons me, Music that speaks to me, Dixieland, spin me your tale! Play me some Dixieland, Toe tapping Dixieland, Armstrong right out of the bag. Tickle the ivories, Caressing and live-a-lee, Oh, swing me some Scott Joplin Rag, Sawdust and peanut shells, Sweet horn that rolls and swells, Music that won’t droop or sag, Play me some Dixieland, New Orleans Dixieland, Under the ‘Loozianne’ flag.