Buddy Bolden, tunin' up   Blowing horn was his game   Born with a silver trumpet in his mouth      He played the horn before he talked   Born on the after beat   He patted his foot before walked      When Buddy Bolden tuned up, you could hear him clean across the river   Clean across the river   He woke up the working people and kept the easy living      Call him Buddy Bolden   Call him Buddy Bolden      Watch him, he's calling his flock now   He's calling his flock now   Here they come      Call him Buddy Bolden   He's calling his flock now   Here they come here they come, here they come   Come on Buddy Bolden   Here they come