Good Time Flat Blues Maggie Jones
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[Intro]
Miss Lizzie Green in New Orleans
Runs a good time flat
Selling booze and singing blues
Down where she's at
The other day, I heard her say
Things are getting tough
'Nother cop done made me stop
On my street it's rough
[Verse 1]
Can't sell no whiskey, I can't sell no gin
Can’t sell no whiskey, I can't sell no gin
[Verse 2]
Ain't got no money to buy my winter coat
Ain't saved a dollar to save my doggone soul
[Cornet solo: Louis Armstrong]
[Verse 3]
I can't keep open, I'm gonna close the shack
I can't keep open, I'm gonna close the shack
[Verse 4]
The chief of police done torn my playhouse down
No usе in grieving, I'm gonna leave this town
Miss Lizzie Green in New Orleans
Runs a good time flat
Selling booze and singing blues
Down where she's at
The other day, I heard her say
Things are getting tough
'Nother cop done made me stop
On my street it's rough
[Verse 1]
Can't sell no whiskey, I can't sell no gin
Can’t sell no whiskey, I can't sell no gin
[Verse 2]
Ain't got no money to buy my winter coat
Ain't saved a dollar to save my doggone soul
[Cornet solo: Louis Armstrong]
[Verse 3]
I can't keep open, I'm gonna close the shack
I can't keep open, I'm gonna close the shack
[Verse 4]
The chief of police done torn my playhouse down
No usе in grieving, I'm gonna leave this town
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