Transcribed from Danny Yates and His Orchestra;
vocals by Smith Ballew; recorded 10/23/1930.
From: Can't
Help Lovin' That Man; Art Deco Columbia Legacy CK 52855.
I'm at my window each morning at
eight,
My day begins when he passes the
gate;
He doesn't know it, but someday
he will;
He's my secret passion.
I gaze for hours at the house where
he lives,
You can't imagine the thrill that
it gives;
I know I show it, but that's how
I feel;
He's my secret passion.
I'm trying to find among my friends
One who knows him, too.
I'll be introduced to him by friends,
If it's the last thing that I do.
And at the cafe where he dines at
night,
I sit and wish that the cooking
were mine;
He doesn't know it, but someday
he will,
He's my secret passion.
Transcribed from vocals by Donald King with McKinney's
Cotton Pickers, recorded Feb. 12, 1931;
From McKinney's
Cotton Pickers, 1930-1931 & Don Redman and His Orchestra, 1939-1940;
Chronological Classics 649.
I'm at my window each morning at
eight,
My day begins when she passes the
gate,
She doesn't know it, but someday
she will;
She's my secret passion.
I gaze for hours at the house where
she lives,
You can't imagine the thrill that
it gives,
I know I show it, but that's how
I feel;
She's my secret passion.
Try to find among my friends
One who knows her, too;
For to be introduced to her by
friends
If it's the last thing I do.
I catch the same train she catches
at night,
I sit beside her just dumb with
delight,
She doesn't know it, but someday
she will;
She's my secret passion.
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