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]This jive You call Jazz and my Mama use to say, It sounds Like pots And pans banging together Just ripping and Running down These narrow streets Boy, you better Learn how to read Dat music and tell People somethin’ ‘bout us colored folks Cleo, dat Banjo and dem bongo drums Come straight out of mother Africa
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC
Somethin' 'Bout Us Colored Folks
]This jive You call Jazz and my Mama use to say, It sounds Like pots And pans banging together Just ripping and Running down These narrow streets Boy, you better Learn how to read Dat music and tell People somethin’ ‘bout us colored folks Cleo, dat Banjo and dem bongo drums Come straight out of mother Africa
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Jul 6, 2013
Jul 6, 2013 at 1:45 PM UTC
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