Champion Jack Dupree - The d**h Of Louis lyrics

[spoken:] I remember when me and Louis Armstrong was in the same home And that was a place back in Chantilly in New Orleans He was a few years older than me But I was in there from one year old And he came in, he was a big boy then But he come in from being bad around the street Shootin' pistols up and down Rampart Street But I was already there And he used to blow the bugle for us to go to bed at night And he used to blow a comb with a piece of paper But he is Mister to the world He was a black man, but a great black man He was the Trumpet King Some people call him the King and some didn't But regardless of what they call him he was still that: the King So he was a friend of mine and he was a friend to the world And a friend to the people So I'd love to sing this to him: [sings:] Go on Louis, fast asleep Go on, your soul to keep May the good Lord in heaven Have mercy, have mercy on you You done your best to the world Made people happy, all around the world But when the lights, come on again All over the world [sax solo by Hal Singer, over which Champion Jack speaks:] Go on Louis I might join you one day Never can tell I say a little prayer for you Now lay me down to sleep I pray the good Lord my soul to keep If I should die before I awake I pray the Lord my soul to take [guitar solo by Mickey Baker, over which:] It's a hard road but I keep on walkin' I never give up You take all musicianers, old-timers Will go the same way Louis Armstrong went Because we never give up We'll go until the last breath leave us And that's our life Women, music, and whiskey That's what we live for [lau