78 RPM - Louis Jordan And His Tympany Five - Let The Good Times Roll / Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens - Decca - USA

78 RPM Record

Artist:	Louis Jordan And His Tympany Five
Label:	Decca
Country:	USA
Catalogue:	23741
Date:	Dec 1946
Format:	10"
Genre:	Vocal, Blues
Collection:	I Own It I Want It
Community:	22 Own, 3 Want
Price Guide:	$25
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PRICE GUIDE

$25

Track	Artist	Title	Composer	Rating
A	Louis Jordan And His Tympany Five	Let The Good Times Roll	Spo-De-Ode, Fleecie Moore	8.0 Rate
B	Louis Jordan And His Tympany Five	Ain't Nobody Here But Us Chickens	Joan Whitney, Alex Kramer	10.0 Rate

Notes

A side (mx. 73645, take 1A) recorded New York, NY, June 26, 1946.
B side (mx. 73644, take 1A) recorded New York, NY, June 26, 1946.

Billboard, November 30, 1946, page 30: Advance Record Releases.

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fixbutte 19th Dec 2016		"Let The Good Times Roll" co-composer Spo-De-Ode was actually blues singer Sam Theard, sharing the credits with Fleecie Moore, Louis Jordan's second wife, who was also credited on Jordan's "Caldonia" which was actually written by Jordan, see Wikipedia: ... However, in all probability it was actually written by Jordan, who used his wife's name to enable him to work with an additional music publisher. Jordan later said :- "Fleecie Moore's name is on it, but she didn't have anything to do with it. That was my wife at the time, and we put it in her name. She didn't know nothin' about no music at all. Her name is on this song and that song, and she's still getting money." However, by the time of that quote, Jordan and Moore had divorced after a number of arguments in which she had stabbed him with a knife. ...



BigBadBluesMan 2nd Apr 2015



BigBadBluesMan 2nd Apr 2015		One night farmer Brown was takin' the airs He locked up the barnyard with the greatest of care. Down in the hen house, somethin' stirred. When he hollered, "Who's there?" This is what he heard: There ain't nobody here but us chickens, There ain't nobody here at all. So quiet yourself and stop that fuss, There ain't nobody here but us. We chickens tryin' to sleep and you bust in And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble with your chin. There ain't nobody here but us chickens, There ain't nobody here at all. You're stompin' around and shakin' the ground, You're kickin' up an awful fuss. We chicken's tryin' to sleep and you bust in And hobble, hobble, hobble, hobble, it's a sin. Tomorrow is a busy day, We got things to do, We got eggs to lay, We got ground to dig and worms to scratch. It takes a lot of sittin' gettin' chicks to hatch. Ohh, there ain't nobody here but us chickens, There ain't nobody here at all. So quiet yourself and stop that fuss. There ain't nobody here but us. Kindly point that gun the other way And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay! Tomorrow is a busy day We got things to do, we got eggs to lay, We got ground to dig and worms to scratch. It takes a lot of sittin' gettin' chicks to hatch. There ain't nobody here but us chickens, There ain't nobody here at all. So quiet yourself and stop that fuss, There ain't nobody here but us. Kindly point that gun the other way And hobble, hobble, hobble off and hit the hay! Hey, hey, boss man, what do ya say? It's easy pickings, Ain't nobody here but us chickens.