Old rockin' chair's got me, my cane by my side. Fetch me that gin, son, 'fore I tan your hide. Can't get from this cabin, goin' nowhere. Just set me here grabbin' at the flies 'round this rockin' c
Now won't you come along with me. To the Mississippi?. We'll take a trip to the land of dreams. Blowing down the river, down to New Orleans The band is there to meet us. Old friends to greet us.
(Dig. Man - there goes Mack the Knife) (Horn. . Solo) Oh. . the, shark has pretty teeth dear, And. he shows them pearly, white Just. a jackknife has MacHeath dear, And. he keeps it out of sigh