Cab Calloway And His Orchestra - 'Long About Midnight lyrics
[Cab Calloway And His Orchestra - 'Long About Midnight lyrics]
Just take a look at Harlem after sundown
Any time you choose it's hard to find the
People feeling run down
There's no time for blues
If you don't know just what to really do
Just take a walk along the avenue
You'll hear the sounds
Come a-floatin' through
Along about midnight
They close the windows and they dim the light
To hide their doings from a stranger's sight
Everything is going right
'Long about midnight
Pianos tinkle, and the couples sway
Taking the pleasures they find
They don't care how they live by day
Why not leave trouble behind?
They're not pretending like the hoy-falloy
They really mean it it's the real McCoy
They turn an ounce of booze
Into a pound of joy 'Long about midnight!
Any time you choose it's hard to find the
People feeling run down
There's no time for blues
If you don't know just what to really do
Just take a walk along the avenue
You'll hear the sounds
Come a-floatin' through
Along about midnight
They close the windows and they dim the light
To hide their doings from a stranger's sight
Everything is going right
'Long about midnight
Pianos tinkle, and the couples sway
Taking the pleasures they find
They don't care how they live by day
Why not leave trouble behind?
They're not pretending like the hoy-falloy
They really mean it it's the real McCoy
They turn an ounce of booze
Into a pound of joy 'Long about midnight!
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