.Quand le blues était vivant
A la Nouvelle-Orléans
Qu'on chantait la terre promise
Dans le calme des églises
Sur le Mississippi des noirs dans un orchestre
Jouaient do banjo pour amuser leur maître
Ni grands virtuoses, ni vrais chanteurs
Mais see'était quelque .
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