Sing You Sinners
Jeff Healey & The Jazz Wizards Lyrics


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Once a mockingbird, he was overheard
Singing out a word, to a cattle herd,
'All you bovine creatures, dig what I'm layin' down!

All you sinners drop everything.
Everything
Let the melody and the harmony ring.
Let it ring
Lift arms up to Heaven and sing.
Ring-a-ding
Sing you sinners, won't you sway and swing
What a thing

Start with clapping' y'hands all about.
All about
Don't be silent, Let the Lord hear y'shout
Shout it out
And just let the music come out
Of yer snout
Sing you sinners, wontcha' sway and swing
Check it out
Dig the drift of what I mean

In a world where there's no music, Old Scratch
Satan gets his kicks, He's up to his tricks
He'll be laughing up & down the banks, He, He, He!
Of that River Styx

You're so wicked, baby, and you're depraved
You can rave
It's apparent that you have mis-behaved
To your grave
But if you should want to be saved
Jus' behave
Take a listen now to the bird

Stop all that chewin' yer cud, and all that standin' in the mud there.
Swing, people! Swing every chortle from yer mortal portal.
I dig that everyone believes that cattle prodigies are like a sneeze
Hard blowin', missin one lick of blowin' talent to show.
If you sing, you gotta swing

Just remember that the day will come
When you will just be steak on a plate.
Folk, you know it's fate!
So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere,
Before yer swing arrives
Too late.

That's a little too dark.
Still, it is true,
We've got breath for such a limited time.
What are ya', stupid?
You cows, you'd think to sing was a crime.

In defence now, hence now,
Here comes Adele McCluck:

Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say,
You haven't heard the friendly bellowing swing of our friends
The cows as they shed their way from Teagarden to Fuller.
Instead of spendin' every day just sneakin' around to lift another lick,
These cats work on their cow-tone so when they get up to blow a
Fatter bone-tone

Into the ozone.
And, furthermore

You tweety birds are always singin' away,
Never givin' up a thought
Of what you say.
We cows do, shedding takes up most of our day
So when we start & settle in to play we can say
A moo is an array of what cows have always known as the best and
Only way to play.

What we mean to say is
Before the band will let you sing
Sing with Fletcher Henderson
You'd better get yourself to swing
Like the Bean or Satch
So your horn can blow a single note or two of deeper thinking
That's the way to swing
So set your mind upon a tone
When you're sheddin' all alone
And you will have a cornerstone
Like the bass trombone
Blow your horn and take a bow




So that you're swingin' like the cows
Pythagoras would be so proud of us.

Overall Meaning

The song "Sing You Sinners" is an upbeat jazz number that encourages everyone, including bovine creatures, to let loose and swing to the music. The lyrics tell the story of a mockingbird who is overheard by a cattle herd, encouraging them to "dig what I'm layin' down." The song speaks to the power of music and its ability to bring people together in celebration.


The lyrics also touch on the idea of sin and redemption, with the line "All you sinners drop everything" urging people to let go of their worries and just enjoy the music. The song acknowledges that we all have a limited time on this earth and encourages us to make the most of it by embracing the joy of swing music.


The song is filled with playful and clever lyrics that are typical of the jazz genre. It also features some impressive trumpet and saxophone solos that showcase the talent of the musicians in Jeff Healey & The Jazz Wizards.


Line by Line Meaning

Once a mockingbird, he was overheard Singing out a word, to a cattle herd,'All you bovine creatures, dig what I'm layin' down!
The mockingbird was heard singing to a group of cows, inviting them to listen to what he's saying.


All you sinners drop everything. Everything Let the melody and the harmony ring. Let it ring Lift arms up to Heaven and sing. Ring-a-ding Sing you sinners, won't you sway and swing What a thing
Calling all sinners to sing and dance, celebrating the melody and harmony of the music with joy and excitement.


Start with clapping' y'hands all about. All about Don't be silent, Let the Lord hear y'shout Shout it out And just let the music come out Of yer snout Sing you sinners, wontcha' sway and swing Check it out Dig the drift of what I mean
Encouraging everyone to clap and shout while singing along, expressing their love for the music, and understanding the meaning behind it.


In a world where there's no music, Old Scratch Satan gets his kicks, He's up to his tricks He'll be laughing up & down the banks, He, He, He! Of that River Styx
The dangers of a world without music, where evil triumphs and causes havoc, and the devil rejoices over the loss of hope and happiness.


You're so wicked, baby, and you're depraved You can rave It's apparent that you have mis-behaved To your grave But if you should want to be saved Jus' behave Take a listen now to the bird
Addressing the wicked and troubled souls, and providing them with a chance to listen to the trickster bird and to behave properly to get on the right path of salvation.


Stop all that chewin' yer cud, and all that standin' in the mud there. Swing, people! Swing every chortle from yer mortal portal. I dig that everyone believes that cattle prodigies are like a sneeze Hard blowin', missin one lick of blowin' talent to show. If you sing, you gotta swing
Urging all that are standing or chewing around to join in the swinging, and emphasizing how everyone can learn to swing, even those who may seem talentless initially, especially cattle prodigies.


Just remember that the day will come When you will just be steak on a plate. Folk, you know it's fate! So dig the music of the swing-o-sphere, Before yer swing arrives Too late. That's a little too dark. Still, it is true, We've got breath for such a limited time. What are ya', stupid? You cows, you'd think to sing was a crime.
Awareness of mortality and the impermanence of life, followed by encouragement to celebrate the music and jump to the swing bandwagon before it's too late; the irony of cows objecting to singing is highlighted.


In defence now, hence now, Here comes Adele McCluck: Mrs. Mockingbird, I must say, You haven't heard the friendly bellowing swing of our friends The cows as they shed their way from Teagarden to Fuller. Instead of spendin' every day just sneakin' around to lift another lick, These cats work on their cow-tone so when they get up to blow a Fatter bone-tone Into the ozone. And, furthermore
Mockingbird's defense by Adele McCluck comes in and highlights the musical potential of cows and their commitment to creating a unique cow-tone, which elevates their sound and sets them apart.


You tweety birds are always singin' away, Never givin' up a thought Of what you say. We cows do, shedding takes up most of our day So when we start & settle in to play we can say A moo is an array of what cows have always known as the best and Only way to play.
The superiority of moo-ing overdoses-of-tweedle-banging, letting the cows express, celebrate and bring forth a new musical adventure on its own!


What we mean to say is Before the band will let you sing Sing with Fletcher Henderson You'd better get yourself to swing Like the Bean or Satch So your horn can blow a single note or two of deeper thinking That's the way to swing So set your mind upon a tone When you're sheddin' all alone And you will have a cornerstone Like the bass trombone Blow your horn and take a bow So that you're swingin' like the cows Pythagoras would be so proud of us.
Preparation tips: get to listen and learn from the great Fletcher Henderson, and learn how to swing and play one's cornerstones as the key to success, like the exemplary bass trombone player. Finally, the encouragement to be like the cows by blowing one's horn and feeling proud!




Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: SAM COSLOW, W. FRANKE HARLING

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