Jelly Roll Morton, Inventor Of Jazz, Online Book by Alan Lomax

with Some sheet music & lyrics.

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Bound, Good Old New York and Fingerbuster—he played so fast on that one, I'm surprised he didn't get a heart attack right there—and one of his late songs, My Home Is In a Southern Town. Me and Ferd had been talking about going back for a visit to New Orleans and I guess that's what he had in mind when he sung . . .
Way down South where I was born in a country town, Where they grow cotton and corn, that's where I am bound. Where sweet potatoes grow, Beets and turnips make a show, Carrots, mustard greens, Cabbage and string beans. Wisht I was there. . . . My home's in a Southern town, Where folks never wear a frown, Everybody's happy both night and day, The sun is shining down upon the new-mown hay. Where the folks are really true blue, There's hospitality on tap the whole year through, There's where Tin going to make my showing, My home is in a Southern town,
Way down South! My home is in a Southern town! *
In November of 1940 the news came to Ferd from Los Angeles that his godmother had passed away. He got terribly restless. He was worried because his godfather was blind, and he said anybody could step in and take advantage of the old man. He felt like he ought to get out there and take care of the money and the jewels his godmother had left. And it turned out Ferd was correctly worried. Somebody got in there and
* Lyrics reproduced by permission of Tempo Music Co., the copyright owner.