Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Richard McNees
The fourth part of Robert Hunter's Alligator Moon suite.
Ah, meet me, Mama, down at the Blue NoteNote
Alligator moonlight, east of St. Lou
Ringing the old out to welcome the new
Sound and solid and possibly true
Born in an alley of Jazz America
Learned my blues from a crow on my cradle
Could be true - it might be a fable
Gonna believe it long as I'm able
Something for nothing
You can't never get (note 1)
You gotta give sometime
But maybe not yet
Ain't in no mood for no serenata
Just a hard-rockin' vision of Jazz Am-er-aka
Blue-blue-blue note
Blow me away
No bright lights
Just a touch of shade
Climb to the stars on a hook and a ladder
Who is it for? What does it matter!
Ah, meet me Mama, down at the Blue Note
In alligator moonlight - it's all she wrote
I've honky-tonked 'round in my time
But East St. Lou is the end of the line
You say you've got trouble
No complaint
You score like a sinner
Sleep like a saint
Dancing so sassy till quarter to three
To the scent of jasmine on the balcony
Playin' the blue-blue
Struttin' the strings
Does it matter?
Does anything?
Go for the feeling, that's all she wrote
Cut across America down to the Blue Note
Whole new vision born every night
Smokey Joe's Cafe just off to the right
Eat when you're hungry - sleep when you're tight
Down here they only come out at midnight
Stash your coins purse before you go down
It ain't exactly a rich part of town
But they never swing right down on easy street
There's no substitute for a strong back beat
Meet me, Mama, down at the Blue Note [see below]
Alligator midnight, east of St. Lou
They're playin' so hot on the Blue Note Stage
Gotta keep the drummer locked in a cage
Rock-and-roll vision born every night
Incredibly sweet and just so right
Born in the alleys of Jazz America - singing
Down in East St. Lou
Born in the alleys of Jazz America - singing
Robert Hunter Recordings | |||||
Date | Album | Recorded By | |||
1978 | Alligator Moon | Comfort (note 2) |