Cab Calloway - Black Rhythm Chords

_ _ _ _ [E] _ [F] _ _ _
_ [Am] _ [Eb] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ [Gm] _
_ [F] _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ _ _
[Bbm] _ [F] _ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _ _
_ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ _ [C] _ [F] _ _ _
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _ [Bbm] _ _
[C] _ _ [F] _ _ [C] _ _ _
Down [F] in Louisiana, [Bb] there's a grand [G] piano [F] playing man.
[C] _ [B] _ [Cm] _
He [Bb] knows that they can't kid him, [Bbm] cause he's got hot rhythm [F] in his hands. _ _
[C] The blues that he'll compose will thrill [Gm] you from your [C]
head to [F] your [C] toes.
_ [F] _ [C] _
He called [F] it _ _ [Bb] cause his black [Bbm] hand didn't need [F] the moon. _ _ _ _
The keys [Bb] he fingered sweetly, and you left good.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[C] A melancholy strum, mixed with a rum-dum, oh, [F] melodious tune.
_ [E] _ _ _
_ [Am] But he plays a blue note, and adds a new note.
You think that he wrote a [Em] symphony. _ _
[Dm] But he's just [D] improvising [F] on a Southern Mammy [C] melody.
_ _ [G] _ [C] _ [E] _ _
_ [Am] You quit your poutin', and start a stoutin'.
[F] No need in doubtin', he [A] knows the key. _
[Dm] He can lay [Am] on the white ones, [F] can play on the black [C] ones with ease. _ _ _
The [F] way he plays _ [Bb] makes the gang stick with him.
[F] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Oh, guess [Bb] the hour is late.
[Fm] Beg him to sing a pair [F] this mournful [C] song.
[A] _ _ _
[C] A humming like the breeze, a strumming lightly on those ivory. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] _ _ [Gm] _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] _ _ [G] _ _ [B] _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _