in nineteen hundred and forty five
I got outta the Marines more dead than alive
I took my horn and I was reborn
in a club in Hawaii where the sheep was shorn
the cat was cool he could really swing
when he got down to really blow that thing
ten years later and a million miles
davis and dizzy and a little chile
honking in the clubs and the beach and bars
playing my horn underneath the stars
I learned so much but I was still a babe
tried to climb the scale but I could only fade
in traneing
I guess I need to be explaining
maintaining
just trying to be entertaining
ascertaining
I guess I'll always be in traneing
bop is bebop unless it goes too far
then it's abstract put it in a jar
classic is classic you don't have to shout
if it's too fast that's what it's all about
better come round and get up off the boards
if you can't keep up with the Coltrane chords
in traneing
I guess I need to be explaining
maintaining
just trying to be entertaining
ascertaining
I guess I'll always be in traneing
you know
they done come for blues and beer
but you can play a shoestring
if you're sincere.
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