In The Wee Small Hours
One For My Baby........
Smokey Jazz
Lyrics
In the wee small hours of the morning
While the whole wide world is fast asleep
You lie awake and think about the girl
And never, ever think of counting sheep
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss her most of all
interlude
When your lonely heart has learned its lesson
You'd be hers if only she would call
In the wee small hours of the morning
That's the time you miss her most of all
Songwriters: Bob Hilliard / David Mann
It was in the wee small hours of the morning when I was gittin’ ready to walk out of Kari Oakey’s Place from a long night of karaoke. You see, Kari and I have a thing goin’ on. I sing to her a little Frank Sinatra on certain nights and she has me a batch of her homemade double chocolate chip cookies ready for me when I’m through. She likes keepin’ it that way …… so do I!
ReplyDeleteShe makes the best cookies I’ve ever tasted.
Anyway, as I was gettin’ ready to leave she asks me to come to the bar and have a cup of coffee with her. As I looked at the wall I noticed behind the counter there were bottles of all kinds of coffee creamer. Lickers’ she called them. There were big ones, small ones, tall and short ones. They were like soldiers at attention ready for action…….
As I sat there staring at them Sam the bartender says to me, “what’ll you have, Bub?” I cringed at the word ‘bub’……. “I ain’t no bub!” I said! “I’m an American!” “Whatever you say, Bub! What can I gitcha?”
“I’ll have a white chocolate mocha with a splash of that frainch v’nilla! And hold the sugar!”
As he was fixin’ me a drank I noticed the dude sittin’ on the barstool next to me lookin’ all down in the mouth…… he looked sad too!
“Hey Bub!” I said to him. “You alright?”
“Naw! I’m not alright, I gots girl trouble. You see, she doesn’t like me working long hours.”
“What do you do?” I asked him.
“I'm just an ordinary guy all week long. Till I step inside this bar. I'm a genuine, certified, honky tonk till I die weekend superstar!”
“Wow! That sounds exciting! What’s yor name?”
“It’s J.M. Montgomery. But you can call me Bill.”
“Well Bill, everything’s gonna be all right, you jest hang in there, she’ll come around.”
As I finished that last sentence I saw her comin’ my way looking’ like Liz Taylor! She was hot! And good lookin’ too!
“Hello darlin', nice to see you. It's been a long time. You're just as lovely as you used to be.” I said to her. “How’s about a drank to wet your whistle?”
“Gimme a small glass of something bubbly. My throat is dusty dry!”
“Hey Bill! How ‘bout a small glass of your best ginger ale, and “One for my Baby!”
Then I went over to the sax player on the stage and asked him to play us a little Smokey jazz as we watched Bill drankin’ his night away………… man I hope this isn’t a dream, I’m havin’ a great ol’ time with this gal……….
good one, D'Sal!
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