Sad Snake Rag

Sad Snake Rag

2024-04-26

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Lyrics

(Verse 1) In a dim-lit bar where the jazz runs deep, There's a snake with a sax, his secrets to keep. Though his soul's filled with rhythm, his fate is unkind, With no hands to play, just one note on his mind. (Chorus) He's the sad snake of the one note tune, In the jazz world, he's marooned. No hands to roam, no fingers to stray, Just that one note samba, day after day. (Verse 2) He slithers on stage with a mournful sigh, The sax in his coils, beneath starlit sky. His scales, they shimmer, with sorrow they gleam, For the notes he craves, are but a dream. (Chorus) He's the sad snake of the one note tune, In the jazz world, he's marooned. No hands to roam, no fingers to stray, Just that one note samba, day after day. (Bridge) He longs for melodies, cascading free, But his serpentine form binds his melody. He coils and he sways to the bittersweet sound, Of that one note samba, that keeps him earthbound. (Outro) So let's raise our glasses to this snake with no hands, In his heart, he's a maestro, leading the bands. For in every note he plays, there's a tale to be told, Of a snake and his sax, and a love that's pure gold. (Bridge) He longs for melodies, cascading free, But his serpentine form binds his melody. He coils and he sways to the bittersweet sound, Of that one note samba, that keeps him earthbound. (Verse 3) Yet amidst the despair, a glimmer of hope, As the crowd starts to sway, they begin to elope. For though he can't play the tunes that they crave, His one note samba, their souls it will save. (Chorus) He's the sad snake of the one note tune, In the jazz world, he's marooned. No hands to roam, no fingers to stray, Just that one note samba, day after day. (Outro) So let's raise our glasses to this snake with no hands, In his heart, he's a maestro, leading the bands. For in every note he plays, there's a tale to be told, Of a snake and his sax, and a love that's pure gold. But then comes a trumpet, a trombone too, Snakes without hands, but hearts pure and true. They join in the rhythm, they dance in the fray, Creating harmonies that take breath away. (Chorus) Now the sad snake of the one note tune, In the jazz world, no longer marooned. With friends by his side, they've found their own way, No longer just one note, but a symphony's sway.