Cornet Man Songtext
von Barbra Streisand

Well
I just put the kids to sleep
And swept the shack
Took my sweet man′s satchel down
And watched him pack

I said, darlin', while the stove still smoulders
Unpin your woman′s hair and rub her shoulders
I threw myself across the doorway
Beggin', stay, sweet man, stay

But there's more in my man′s life
Than this old hag
It′s Jelly Roll Morton, and a shiny cornet
And jazzin' the rag

The lady ain′t been born
Can take the place of a horn
With a cornet man
A-goin' where there′s blowin'
Trav′lin' cornet man


Just anytime they call him
He'll leave his wife and kiddies
Sittin′ with their tongues out

To play for peanuts in a dive
And blow his lungs out
He′ll hop a choo-choo on a moment's notice
To play some dates with Billy Bates
Or Rag-time Otis

The lady ain′t see light
Can give a horn a fair fight
With a cornet man

A rootin', shootin′, ever-tootin' Dapper Dan
Who carries in his satchel
A powder-blue Norfolk suit
A silver-plated wah-wah mute

There is whiskey, gamblin′, each one is a curse
But I'm up against a devil that's worse
Yes, a horn is my thorn
My trav′lin′ cornet man


Kill yourself
Tell me about it
Yeah, yeah
Yeah, yeah

A powder-blue Norfolk suit
I said a silver-plated wah-wah mute
Oh, he's shy on height
He′s short on weight

But he's the only man can make my coffee perculate
A dapper Dan
My cornet-playin′ man