Bangalore Year 1919 < Click here to listen ! > Words and Music by: Earl Burtnett and A.J. Stasny A.J. Stasny Music Co. 56 W. 45th St. New York

First Verse Dreaming of the Orient Fills my heart with discontent Longing for the days gone by When we were happy you and I. Second Verse Mem 'ries of you by my side Roaming 'cross the desert wide Incense perfume fills the air Oh how I wish that I were there. Chorus In Bangalore I want to be once more Where moon beams grand form a path on the golden sand Tropic breeze and whisp'ring trees They seem to say come back once more Won't you come back to Bangalore.

Tanglefoot Rag Year 1910 < Click here to listen ! > By F. H. Losey Vandersloot Music Pub. Co. Williamsport, PA.

Back Back Back To Indiana Year 1914 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Gus Kahn Music by Egbert Van Alstyne Jerome H. Remick & Co. New York & Detroit

First Verse Oh! don't you hear that whistle blowing! Oh, oh, oh, Goodbye! the North bound train will soon be going! Oh, oh, oh, I've been lonesome down in Dixie, Just as lonesome as a boy could be; And if your girl lived along the Wabash you'd be singing just like me! Second Verse I'll be so happy in the morning Oh, oh, oh, Because I'll see the town that I was born in! Oh, oh, oh, There a lonely girl is waiting, But I'll make her mighty happy soon; And again we'll roam along the Wabash 'neath the Indiana moon. Chorus Back, back, back to Indiana! Where the Wabash flows, To my Hoosier Rose Back, back, through the fields of clover, We'll drive down to town and bring the parson over. So long old Savanah, You're a good old town, I know! But the best thing here, is the first train, dear. Back, back, back to Indiana!

Everybody's On Their Way To Jersey Year 1920 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Garfield Kilgour Music by Harry Akst & Lou Handman Irving Berlin Inc. 1587 Broadway New York City

First Verse There's a certain little State No one thought was up to date Jokes about it made a lot of fun But folks are getting hunches Going there in bunches A mighty mob has started on the run Tho' small in size that state is wise nobody hesitates It's population soon will be the whole United States. Second Verse People living there are fine Each one has a friend named "Stein" Anderson had better watch his step The cops are in a fury Each kitchen is a brewery They brew those hops that fill you full of pep From California Massachusetts, people far and near A train they take to join the wake, and gather 'round the 'bier' Chorus Everybody's on their way to Jersey Everybody's going there to stay And it's not the air That they're going over there There is something doing something brewing OH! BOY! buckets of joy Three and a half percent in dear old Jersey Is not the dividends the bankers pay Just hop on a train and tell the man that you want to go where they rush the can For everybody's on their way to Jersey.

I Don't Know Where I'm Going But I'm On My Way Year 1917 < Click here to listen ! > Words and music by: George Fairman Harry Von Tilzer Music Pub Co. 222 W. 46th St. New York

First Verse Goodbye everybody I'm off to fight the foe Uncle Sammy is calling me so I must go Gee I'm feeling fine don't you wish that you were me? For I'm sailing tomorrow over the deep blue sea. Second Verse Take a look at me I'm a Yankee thro' and thro' I was born on July the Fourth in ninety two And I'll march away with a feather in my hat, For I'm joining the army what do you think of that? Chorus And I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way For I belong to the regulars I'm proud to say And I'll do my duty-uty night or day I don't know where I'm going but I'm on my way.

Just Noise Year 1906 < Click here to listen ! > By C. I. Stewart Southwestern Music Pub. Tulsa, Oklahoma

In The Shade Of The Old Apple Tree Year 1905 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Harry H. Williams Music by Egbert Van Alstyne Shapiro, Remick & Co. 45 W. 28th St. New York

First Verse The oriole with joy was sweetly singing. The little brook was bab'ling it's tune. The village bells at noon were gaily ringing The world seem'd brighter than a harvest moon; For there within my arms I gently pressed you, And blushing red, you slowly turned away, I can't forget the way I once caressed you; I only pray we'll meet another day. Second Verse I've really come along way from the city, And though my heart s breaking I'll be brave, I've brought this bunch of flowr's I think they're pretty To place upon a freshly moulded grave, If you will show me, father, where she's lying, Or if it's far just point it out to me, Said he "she told us all when she was dying, to bury her beneath the apple tree." Chorus In the shade of the old apple tree, Where the love in your eyes I could see, When the voice that I heard, like the song of the bird, Seem'd to whisper sweet music to me, I could hear the dull buzz of the bee, In the blossoms as you said to me, With a heart that is true, I'll be waiting for you, In the shade of the old apple tree.

My Little Bimbo Down On The Bamboo Isle Year 1920 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Grant Clarke Music by Walter Donaldson Irving Berlin Inc. 1587 Broadway New York

First Verse Sailor Bill McCoy, was a daring sailor boy, His ship got wrecked a-while, on a Fee-jee-ee-jee Isle. He led a savage life, and hunted with a knife. He said I'll tell you about it don't tell my wife. Second Verse William's boss said, "Bill," a Captain's job you'll fill, Upon a ship bound North, today it's sailing forth. A Captain's job is fine, but Bill said, "I decline." I'll take half pay as a sailor on that ship of mine. Chorus I've got a bimbo down on Bamboo Isle She's waiting there for me Beneath a bamboo tree Believe me she's got the other bimbos beat a mile. She dances gayly, daily,  she'd be a hit with Barnum Bailey I'll build a bungaloo on the Bamboo Isle 'Cause when I go again I'll stay awhile I've seen wrecks, Plenty of wrecks out on the stormy sea But by heck there never was a wreck like the wreck she made of me For all she wore was a great big Zulu smile My little bimbo down on the Bamboo Isle.

Minnie Shimme For Me Year 1918 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Jimmy Lucas Billy Frisch Broadway Music Corporation 145 W. 45th St. New York

First Verse Big Sam Green had a queen, a regular dance hall houn' And every where this gal would go Big Sam would sure be foun'. She worked down in Sam's laundry, Waited on the trade all day. When an idle hour would roll around You'd hear big Sam Green says: Second Verse Minnie Snow said I'll go and nurse all the boys from France And every day, to cheer them up, She'll do her little dance The boys all seemed to like it, For they all would soon get well. Everytime that she would pass their cots You'd hear the boys all yell: Chorus Minnie shimme for me, Minnie, shimme for me, Get way down, bend your knees, Do that lovin' shiveree Minnie, shimme for me, you're as sweet as you can be. You're better than a Broadway show, You're graceful when you move so slow, Say that's some dance(Oh Boy) Let's go. Minnie do the shimme for me. Chorus Two Minnie shimme for me, Minnie, shimme for me, Get way down, bend your knees, Do that lovin' shiveree Minnie, shimme for me, you're as sweet as you can be. A soldier in an ambulance got just one look at Minne's dance, And yelled I'm cured I'll take one chance Minnie do the shimme for me.

If You Look Into Her Eyes Year 1917 < Click here to listen ! > Words by Otto Harbach Music by Louis A. Hirsch M. Witmark & Sons

First Verse A maiden's lips no longer express things that she'd have you know; She says "no," but means to say "yes," When you're to stay says, "Go!" But Mother Nature's worked out a plan, Easy for him who tries; If a girl is fooling a man, He need but watch her eyes. Second Verse Language is the art to conceal Feelings and thoughts, we're told. Speech is silver, poets reveal, Silence they say is gold. What they mean is easily shown, Listen and you'll be wise; Close a girl's lips tight with your own, then she just can't tell lies. Chorus She'll tell you what you're to do, dear, If you'll look in her eyes What is expected of you, dear, You will have to surmise. She may not say one word yet Some how you'll get a sort of knowing look, Sort of glowing look; She'll tell you what you're to do, dear, If you'll look in her eyes.

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