SAM, THE OLD ACCORDION MAN
by Walter Donaldson; New York: Leo Feist, 1927.
Cover: caricatured uncle playing accordion on a cotton bale, two black boys dancing, riverboat in the background. [Rayburn Collection]

In Dixieland, There's a musical man,
He has a good time
Just making folks happy,
This musical man Is a one man band,
Folks have to love him
For makin' them glad.
He don't play melodies
Just plays blue harmonies
Just like nobody ever had.

CHORUS: He just plays chords, that make you feel grand,
They call him Sam, the old accordion man.
His dreamy chords Remind you of Heav'n
And they're real chords, According to Dixieland.
In the evening by the moonlight, When the sun is gone down.
How those lovers, levee lovers, Love to hang around,
He plays those chords like nobody can
They call him Sam, the old accordion man.

At the end of the day,
'Round the new mown hay,
That's just the time when All Dixie is happy,
Ev'ryone salam That accordion man,
They all salam him For making them glad.
When he plays
What he plays
Let me say
That he plays
Just like no other master can.