********************************************************* アルバムリスト(登場降順) ********************************************************* #1 - The Scott Whitfield Jazz Orchestra East / Diamonds for Nat / Summt
The Scott Whitfield Jazz Orchestra East / Diamonds for Nat
Label : Summit
収録曲
1. Work Song
2. Hummin'
3. The Old Country
4. Roses For Your Pillow
5. Plum Street
6. Little Boy With The Sad Eyes
7. Jive Samba
8. Naturally
9. Teaneck
Musicians
Scott Whitfield (leader, tb, arrangement)
Karolina Strassmayer (as) (9)
Dave Pietro (as, cl) (3, 4, 5, 6, 8)
Dan Jordan (ts, ss, fl)
Dave Schumacher (bs, bcl)
Mike Ponella (lead)
Mike Hackett, Bruce Staelens (tp flugelhorn)
Pete McGuinness (tb)
Wayne Coniglio (bass-tb)
Kenny Ascher (p)
Phil Palombi (b)
Darryl Pelligrini (ds)
Vincent Herring (as, 1, 7) (ss, 2)
Marvin Stamm (tp, 1)
Howard Johnson (tuba, 2, bs, 5)
Recorded April 12-13, 2005 at Nola Studios, New Youk.)
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Breaking rocks and serving my time
Breaking rocks out here on the chain gang
Because they done convicted me of crime
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I commited crime lord I needed
Crime of being hungry and poor
I left the grocery store man bleeding (breathing? )
When they caught me robbing his store
Hold it steady right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
I heard the judge say five years
On chain-gang you gonna go
I heard the judge say five years labor
I heard my old man scream "lordy, no!"
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been working and working
But I still got so terribly far to go
Gonna see my sweet honey bee
Gonna break this chain off to run
Gonna lay down somewhere shady
Lord I sure am hot in the sun
Hold it right there while I hit it
Well reckon that ought to get it
Been workin’ and workin’
Been workin’ and slavin’
An’ workin’ and workin’
But I still got so terribly far to go
Through the years you wasted
I waited patiently
While the joys you tasted
Not a word from me
Now that age is creeping
Cross your pale gray brow
T'aint no use in weeping
It's too late now
Hey you old man sitting
By the lonesome road
It's about time you're quitting
Life's old tiresome mode
You're so sad and lonely, got no family
Just an old man from some old country
You ain't sired no chillun'
Ain't none by your side
You left all your women
Whoo ain't you satisfied
Don't just sit there clinging to a memory
Of a love left in some old country
No nobody needs you old man
'Cause nobody calls your name
And nobody even whispers
Oh what a doggone shame
So the cold grim reaper
Has no sympathy
You won't see your homeland
'Cept through me
You won't see your homeland
'Cept through me
Stop crying
Age is creeping
You won't see your homeland
'Cept through me
Though we call_____ it a samba
with that same beat_____ that the brazilians use
Well we call_____ it a samba
But now really______ it's just a down home blues
Pick up on my new jive it's got that samba beat
Well we call_____ it a samba
this jive samba's alive it makes you stomp your feet
Well it's jive but it is a samba
Well, get it on
Solo
Pick up on my new jive - it's got that samba beat
Though we call_____ it a samba
this jive samba's alive it makes you stomp your feet
Well it's jive but it's a samba
Get it on, get it on, get it on then
Turn it on etc...
Yeah etc ...