म्यूज़िक वीडियो

म्यूज़िक वीडियो

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PERFORMING ARTISTS
John DeMain
John DeMain
Conductor
Mervin Wallace
Mervin Wallace
Vocals
Houston Grand Opera Men's Ensemble
Houston Grand Opera Men's Ensemble
Performer
Bernard Thacker
Bernard Thacker
Vocals
Hansford Rowe
Hansford Rowe
Vocals
Dick Hyman
Dick Hyman
Vocals
Houston Grand Opera
Houston Grand Opera
Performer
Alexander B. Smalls
Alexander B. Smalls
Vocals
Myra Merritt
Myra Merritt
Vocals
Carol Brice
Carol Brice
Vocals
Larry Marshall
Larry Marshall
Vocals
Hartwell Mace
Hartwell Mace
Vocals
Cornel Richie
Cornel Richie
Vocals
Wilma Shakesnider
Wilma Shakesnider
Vocals
Donnie Ray Albert
Donnie Ray Albert
Vocals
Andrew Smith
Andrew Smith
Vocals
Glover Parham
Glover Parham
Vocals
William Gammon
William Gammon
Vocals
Betty Lane
Betty Lane
Vocals
Clamma Dale
Clamma Dale
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ira Gershwin
Ira Gershwin
Lyrics
George Gershwin
George Gershwin
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Jay David Saks
Jay David Saks
Assistant Producer
Thomas Z. Shepard
Thomas Z. Shepard
Producer

गाने

Oh, nobody knows when the Lord is gonna call
Roll them bones, roll
It may be in the summertime and may be in the fall
Roll them bones, roll
But you got to leave your baby and your home and all
So
Roll them bones
Oh my brother, oh my brother, oh my brother
Roll them bones, roll them bones
Roll, roll
Seems like these bones don't give me nothin' but boxcars tonight
It was the same two weeks ago, and the game broke me
I don't like that kind of luck
Damn you, give me those bones!
What do you say to these, Jake?
Them's the same cockeyed bones
What clean the game out last Saturday night
If they rolls in this game, I rolls out
Honey boy!
Come on down, Robbins, we're waitin' for you
Honey, don't play tonight
Do like I say
I been sweatin' all day
Night time is man's time
He got a right to forget his troubles
He got a right to play
If you hadn't been drinkin' you wouldn't talk to me that way
You ain't never hear Lord Jesus say nothin' 'bout got to play
There you goes again, Serena
Listen to what I say
I works all the week
Sunday got to pray
But Saturday night
A man's got a right to play
A man's got a right to play
Yes, sir, that's right
That old lady of mine is hell on savin' money to join that buryin' lodge
I say spend it while you're still alive and kickin'
Lord, I is tired this night
I'm done with cotton
Better come along with me on the Sea Gull
I got room for another fisherman
That suits me
This cotton hook done swung its last bale of cotton
Here
Who wants a cotton hook?
Summertime (Seven come, seven)
And the living is easy (Come to pappy)
Throw that beautiful number
Fish are jumpin' (Come seven to me)
And the cotton (Yeah, man)
Is high (I'll bet he's wrong! I'll bet he's right! Gettin' hot!)
Oh, your daddy's rich (Come seven! Shoot!)
And your ma is good lookin' (Made it! He made it!)
So hush, little baby
Don't you cry (Old man seven come down from heaven)
Don't you cry
What, that child ain't asleep yet?
Give him to me
I'll fix him for you
Written by: Dubose Heyward, George Gershwin, Ira Gershwin
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