Aunt Hagar’s Blues - Lena Horne

Old Deacon Splivin, his flock was givin'

A way of livin' right

Said he, «No wingin', no ragtime singin' tonight.»

Up jumped Aunt Hagar, and shouted out with all her might:

Oh, 'tain't no use to preachin'

Oh, 'tain't no use to teachin';

Each modulation of syncopation

Just tells my feet to dance and I can’t refuse

When I hear the melody they call the blues

Those ever-lovin' blues!

Just hear Aunt Hagar’s chillun harmonizin' to that old mournful tune!

It’s like choir from on high broke loose!

If the devil brought it, the good Lord sent it right down to me

Let the congregation join while I sing those lovin' Aunt Hagar’s Blues!

Just hear Aunt Hagar’s chillun harmonizin' to that old mournful tune!

It’s like choir from on high broke loose!

If the devil brought it, the good Lord sent it right down to me

Let the congregation join while I sing those lovin' Aunt Hagar’s Blues!