Transcribed from vocals by Cab Calloway, recorded
August 30, 1939,
From Cab
Calloway and His Orchestra, 1939-1940, Chronological Classics 595.
[Spoken:]
What's the matter with you,
pops; you sure look beat about the gills this bright.
Oh, man, that soft cut out on me.
What you sayin'?
Yes, she copped a final on me.
I know you was too proud.
Solid M-O, man, but that's the
last time for that jive.
I know you gonna tell her somethin'.
For the last time, I cried over
you;
For the last time, I sighed over
you;
I found out I can do without you;
Never thought that I could,
Never dreamed that I would
Be feeling like I do and not be
feeling blue.
For the first time, there's a song
in my heart,
Since the last time we drifted
apart;
And when you said, "I'm afraid
it's all over,"
That was the first time I knew,
For the last time, now, I cried
over you!
For the last time, for the very
last time, baby,
For the last time, your daddy has
cried, cried over you!
Published 4/1/01.
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