(E)Don’t re mem ber (B7)much a bout my (E)ba by days,

but (D)I’ve (B9)been told

we (F)used to live on (F)Wil low in the (E)Gar den Dis trict, next to the (B7)Sug ar Bowl.

(E)Mom ma used to (B7)wheel me past an (E)ice cream (B7)wag on: one side for (B7)white, (E)one side for (E7)col oured.

I re mem ber the (A)trash cans float ing (E)down Can al Street; rained ev ’ry (B7)day one (E)sum mer.

(C#m)Mom ma used to take me to (E)Au du bon Park,

show me the (B)ways of the world.

She (E)said “Here comes a (A)white boy, there goes a (E)black one, that one’s an (B7)oc to roon.

(A)This lit tle (A)cook ie here’s a (E)ma ca roon,

(B)that big round thing’s a (E)red bal loon; and (E)the pa per down (A)here’s called ‘The (E)Pi ca yune’.

(B)Here’s a New Or leans tune.”

In (F)nine teen for ty (Gm7)eight my dad dy (F)came to the (Gm7)cit y, told the (Gm7)peo ple that they’d (F)won the war.

(Bb)May be they’d heard it, may be not.

(C)Prob ab ly they’d heard a bout it and (Gm7)just for (G#dim)got; ’cause (F)they built him a (Bb)plat form in Jack son (F)Square, and (C)peo ple came to hear him from ev ’ry where.

They (Bb)start ed to par ty, and (F)par tied some more, ’cause New Or (C)leans had won the (Bb)war!

(G)Dad dy said “I’m gon na (Am7)get this boy out of this place.

Bound to (Am7)sap his strength.

(C)Peo ple have (C)fun here, I (G)think they should; but (D)no bod y (D)from here ev er (G)came to no good.

They’re (G)gon na (C)pick le him in bran dy and (G)tell him he’s saved,

throw fire crack ers a (G)round his grave.” He (G)took us (C)down to the air port, flew us (G)back to L.

A.

That was the (D)end of my ba by (C)days.

Blue, blue morn ing,

(G7)blue, blue day;

let all your bad dreams drift a (G)way.

It’s a blue,

blue morn ing

of a (G7)blue, blue day;

(G)lose those bad dreams.

Those grey clouds

a bove you:

You got some one to (A13)love you.

Who could (Em7)ask for more?

It is a (G)blue, blue morn ing;

(G7)blue, blue day.

Let all your bad dreams drift a (G)way.