[ Tekst: Trad. ]
Hey I know a fool who came way down south
Called him Charlie Stone
Now he made a livin’ goin’ round town
and be blowin’ on a slide trombone
Now when he played that thing down on Market Street
Butcher Sam had to leave his meat
To hear old Stone blowing on his slide trombone
Now the women gather round and they shake their hips
When that horn is shakin’ to his lips
They’re singin’ “play on Stone
Go on with that slide trombone”
Now as he played it Sunday morning and his sister stood around
Peter Dass layed his bible down
To hear old Stone blowin’ on his slide trombone
Yeah Charlie Stone oh head on
Mean blow on your slide trombone