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Until the Real Thing Comes Along

    (Cahn, Chaplin, Freeman, Holiner, Nichols)

Photo of Andy Kirk

Transcribed from Andy Kirk and His Twelve Clouds of Joy, vocal by Ben Thigpen, recorded March 11, 1936.
From Andy Kirk and His Twelve Clouds of Joy, 1936-1937, Chronological Classics vol. 573.

I would work for you, slave for you,
Work my body to a grave for you;
If that ain't love, it's got to do,
Until the real thing comes along.

I would moan for you, groan for you,
Work my fingers to the bones for you,
If that ain't love, it's got to do,
Until the real thing comes along.

Maybe someday, I'll go far away,
I should leave, you know I won't stay;
I need you now more than ever, somehow,
If you should leave, you know we'd both grieve.

I would rob, steal, beg, borrow, and I'd lie for you,
Lay my body down and die for you,
If that ain't love, it's got to do,
Until the real thing comes along.

Maybe someday, I'll go far away,
I should leave, you know I won't stay,
I need you now more than ever, somehow,
If you should leave, you know we'd both grieve.

I would rob, steal, beg, borrow, and I'd lie for you,
Lay my body down and die for you,
If that ain't love, it's got to do,
Until the real thing comes along.


Until the Real Thing Comes Along

    (Cahn, Chaplin, Freeman, Holiner, Nichols)

Transcribed from Andy Kirk and His Twelve Clouds of Joy, vocal by Pha Terrell, recorded April, 1936.
From Andy Kirk and His Twelve Clouds of Joy, 1936-1937, Chronological Classics vol. 573.

I would work for you, I'd slave for you,
I'd be a beggar or a knave for you;
If that ain't love, it will have to do,
Until the real thing comes along.

I'd gladly move the Earth for you,
To prove my love, dear, and its worth for you,
If that ain't love, it'll have to do,
Until the real thing comes along.

With all the words, dear, at my command,
I just can't make you understand,
I'll always love you, darling, come what may,
My heart is yours, what more can I say?

I'd beg for you, I'd lie for you,
I'd draw the stars down from the sky for you,
If that ain't love, it'll have to do,
Until the real thing comes along.

With all the words, dear, at my command,
I just can't make you understand,
I'll always love you, darling, come what may,
My heart is yours, what more can I say?

I would rob, steal, beg, borrow, and I'd lie for you,
I'd draw the stars down from the sky for you,
If that ain't love, it'll have to do,
Until the real thing comes along.


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Published 10/2/99.


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