Charley Green, Play That Slide Trombone - Jim Croce

I know a fool who blows a horn,

He comes from ‘way down South,

Oh yeah;

And you ain’t seen such blowin' since you been born,

Like when a trombone’s to his mouth.

He wails and moans, grunts and groans.

He can moan just like a cow;

And you ain’t seen such blowin'

Since you been born, ‘Cause he won’t show ‘em how.

Oh, Charley, won’t you play that thing, I mean the slide trombone

Make it talk, Make it sing,

I mean the slide trombone.

If Gabriel knew how you could blow,

He’d let you lead his band, I know.

Oh, Charley, won’t you play that thing,

I mean the slide trombone.

Oh, Charley, play that thing,

I mean the slide trombone.

Make it talk, Make it sing,

I mean the slide trombone.

Now you ain’t seen such movin' hips,

Like when the trombone’s to his lips.

Charley Green, play that thing,

I mean the slide trombone,

Oh, yeah, I mean the slide trombone.