Chords for Cab Calloway & His Orchestra - Man From Harlem

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_ _ It was up at [C] Mike's the other night.
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There was [Bb] really quite a [Fm] sight.
Gather round, folks, while I [C] give you all the lowdown.
It's a mess, [Fm] too.
Tables [Gm] were filled with gaudy [Fm] frails chewing on [Bbm] their fingernails.
[Fm] They were waiting for the man from Harlem.
_ _ [Bbm] _ _ [C] _ Oh, there are _ [Fm] drinks [C] reserved, sick bits of [Fm] throat.
Things were moving kind of slow.
_ Everybody's nerves were [C] getting jumpy.
You know, people thought of privates and like that.
All at [C] once the room was filled.
[Fm] Men forgot all [Gb] about the bill.
Who should enter but the man from Harlem?
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_ Oh, look at that cat.
Come in here if you [C] grout.
I just let him grout.
He's an awful mess, ain't he?
[Fm] _ Oh, you're mugging the man, too.
[Bbm] You're mugging him.
You're mugging him, so help me.
[Fm] _ _ _ I'm going to tell him all about it.
Tell him all about it.
Everybody [G] rolled their eyes.
[Fm] Women started heaving sighs.
Someone hollered, music, [C] lights, and gin.
Come on, let's get out of here.
[Fm] Everybody [Gm] cleared a space.
They [Fm] had big broad smiles [Bbm] on every face.
How they all loved to see the man from Harlem.
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_ _ [Fm] Money started [C] in to step.
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He filled [Bb] everyone with plenty [Fm] pep.
Swish and squirm, it [C] just was dirty shame.
_ [Fm] Everyone [G] was in a daze.
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Women [Bbm] watched him with [Fm] amaze.
Each one said [C] she'd have the man from Harlem.
Can you play?
[Fm] Can you play? _ _ _ _
_ Just let him mug.
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_ _ _ [Fm] _ Layin' ragged.
Layin' ragged.
_ [Bbm] Oh, you're muggin' him, that's right.
_ [C] That's indeed right.
_ _ [Fm] _ Looked over in the corner.
There was a couple of friends.
And it sure did look kinda low.
Another [C] cat walked up and said to the man from Harlem,
Go over there and [Fm] see what's the matter with them girls.
_ [Bbm] He said, oh, kinda low.
He said, I got [Fm] just what you need.
Come on, sir, let's light up one of these weeds and get high and get about everything.
Come on, that's right.
_ Oh, baby.
_ She's ready.
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Oh, lady.
_ _ _ [Fm] _ _ I'm gonna leave it low. _ _ _ _ _ _
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