The Man From Harlem Song Lyrics

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It was up at Mike's the other night,
There was really quite a sight,
Gather round, folks, while I give you all the lowdown.
Tables were filled with bloody frails,
Chewing on their fingernails;
They were waiting for the man from Harlem.
Drinks were served six bits a throw,
Things were moving kind of slow,
Everybody's nerves were getting jumpy.
All at once the room was still,
Men forgot all about their bill,
Who should enter but the man from Harlem.
Everybody rolled their eyes,
Women starting heaving sighs,
Someone hollered, Music, lights and gin,

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publisher: ©Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
writers: Will Hudson
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genres: Jazz Blues