Buddy Bolden, tunin' up

Blowing horn was his game

Born with a silver trumpet in his mouth

He played the horn before he talked

Born on the after beat

He patted his foot before walked

When Buddy Bolden tuned up, you could hear him clean across the river

Clean across the river

He woke up the working people and kept the easy living

Call him Buddy Bolden

Call him Buddy Bolden

Watch him, he's calling his flock now

He's calling his flock now

Here they come

Call him Buddy Bolden

He's calling his flock now

Here they come here they come, here they come

Come on Buddy Bolden

Here they come