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Lyric by Mort Dixon, Music by Ray Henderson

With Ukulele Arrangement

Jerome H. Remick & Co. New York, Detroit


  1. “Oh Lovey Be Mine” by Walter Donaldson. Back Page.

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[Verse 1]
I could tell you a tale
Of ships that sunk and trains that left the rail
I could sing you a song
Of lips I kiss’d where nights are dark and long
I’ve been in ev’ry territory
Listen my children to my story

[Verse 2]
I could play you a tune
That Spaniards play right underneath the moon
I could dance you a dance
That funny fellers do way out in France
I saw the hulas in Hawaii
I set Vesuvius on fire

Oh a thousand miles I travel’d and thousands sights I saw
But there ain’t no sight like a moonlight
On the Bam Bam Bamy shore
Oh a thousands gals I met with that I never met before
But the gals I’ll get is the gal I met
On the Bam Bam Bamy shore
I’ve been in big towns jazzin’ around
I’ve been in small towns knockin’ ‘em down
Oh a thousands miles I travel’d and I ain’t so young no more
But I won’t sit pat till I hang my hat
On the Bam Bam Bamy Shore
Oh a Shore
Oh a thousand miles I travel’d and a thousand shows I saw
But there ain’t no bill like the vaudeville
On the Bam Bam Bamy shore
Oh a thousands jokes I laughed at but the ones that make me roar
Are the jokes they crack from the Almanac
On the Bam Bam Bamy shore
No saxophoners play half as mean
As Uncle Jonah’s old acordeen
Oh a thousands cars I rode in but I won’t ride in no more
After I arriv in the old tin fliv
On the Bam Bam Bamy Shore
Oh the Shore



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