Royal Garden Blues

Hon don't you hear that trombone moan?, Just listen to that saxophone. Gee, hear that clarinet and flute, Cornet jazzin' with a mute, Makes me just throw myself away, When I hear 'em play. That weepin' melancholy strain, Say, but it's soothing to the brain; Just wanna get right up and dance, Don't care I'll take most any chance; No other blues I'd care to choose, But Royal Garden Blues.