. . . And It Hails From Dixieland
A song from 1919.
Words by Blanche Franklyn.
Music by Nat. Vincent.
The sheet music:
Accompaniment by James Pitt-Payne:
Lyrics
- When you talk about music
I’ve something to say
Something to say to you
My middle name is Melody
And I live on Harmony
I’ve heard the very best bands in the land
Sousa and Herbert and Pryor
But when all is said and done
I’m gonna tell you folks ’bout one
Chorus
I know a band that needs no leader
And it hails from Dixieland
Tho’ very small still with it all
They play like no one can
There’s just a Cornet Drums
And Violin a Piano and a Flute
Rags or Classics they can play
Your taste they’re bound to suit
This little band that needs no leader
Now is known in ev’ry land
They’ve got a reputation for playing syncopation
And they’re in demand
If you want to keep your steady girl at home
Get yourself a combination all your own
Like this little band that needs no leader
And that hails from Dixieland
- If you want to be happy
And want to have fun
I’ll tell you what to do
Just get yourself a dancing mate
Don’t you dare to hesitate
Hop in a taxi and drive to a hall
Where latest dances prevail
You will sure find gaiety
And that’s the place you’re bound to see
Sung here by Vancha March: