Rough Riding (Rough Ridin') - Ella Fitzgerald, Bill Doggett

Drop me off in Harlem

Any place in Harlem

There’s someone waiting there

Who makes it seem like

Heaven up in Harlem

I don’t want your Dixie

You can keep your Dixie

There’s no one down in Dixie who can take me

'way from my hot Harlem

Harlem has those southern skies

They’re in my baby’s smile, I

Idolize my baby’s eyes and

Classy up-town style

If Harlem moved to China

I know of nothing finer

Than to stow away on a 'plane some day and have them

Drop me off in Harlem

Harlem has those southern skies

They’re in my baby’s smile, I

Idolize my baby’s eyes and

Classy up-town style

If Harlem moved to China

I know of nothing finer

Than to stow away on a 'plane some day and have them

Drop me off in Harlem

If Harlem moved to China

I know nothing finer than to be in Harlem