Sam, the Old Accordion Man

In Dixieland
There’s a musical man
He has a good time just making folks happy
This musical man
Is a one-man band
Folks have to love him for makin' 'em glad
He doesn’t play melodies, just plays blue harmonies
Just like nobody ever had
He just plays chords
(He just plays chords)
That make you feel grand
(That make you feel grand)
They call him Sam
(Sam)
The old accordion man
His dreamy chords remind you of heaven
(Remind you of heaven)
And they’re real chords, according to Dixieland
In the evening, by the moonlight, when the sun is down
How those lovers, there’ll be lovers, love to hang around
He plays those chords
(He plays those chords)
Like nobody can
(Like nobody can)
They call him Sam
(Sam)
The old accordion man
Old chords, new chords, funny old blue chords
Morning, night and noon
Say he’s got chords, nothing but hot chords, never out of tune
In the evening, by the moonlight, when the sun is down
How those lovers, there’ll be lovers, love to hang around
He plays those chords
(He plays those chords)
Like nobody can
(Like nobody can)
They call him Sam
Sam
Sam
The old accordion man