Take Me To The Land Of Jazz
Composer(s): Edgar Leslie - Bert Kalmar



It was down in Tennessee 
That the Jazzy melody
Originated then waited for popularity 
Now in every cabaret
It's the only thing they play 
I love to hear it, must be near it
That's why I say

There is music in each breeze 
Even tombones grow on trees
You hear 'em moaning and groaning their tuneful harmonies
Every cotton planter's son
When he meets his lovin' "hon" 
Is simply pestered and requested 
To join the fun

"Take me to the Land of Jazz 
Let me hear the kind of blues that Memphis has
I want to step
To a tune that's full of ginger and pep
Pick 'em up and lay 'em down
Learn to Razmataz
Let me give you a warning 
We won't get home until morning
'Cause everybody's full of Jazzbo 
In the lovin' Land of Jazz"