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Frank Hutchison: The Last Scene Of The Titanic | Song-Factsheet

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Song «The Last Scene Of The Titanic» von Frank Hutchison.

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 1927 (Single), 1927 04 19 (Rec.)
Label: Okeh 45121
Songwriter Frank Hutchison
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Genre: Americana - Country - Countryblues, Americana - Blues - Countryblues, Blues - Countryblues - Piedmontblues

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Talking blues, Slide-Spiel mit Messer. Das Stück endet abrupt, weil es länger war als auf der Platte Platz hatte.

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Frank Hutchison
Frank Hutchison

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The Titanic – the greatest ship ever was known Takin' its first sail across the sea Everybody was loaded up and wavin' their glad hands goodbye Captain Smith says how's your machinery? All right How's your compass? Settin' dead on New York Keep a-cluckin' on down – ah boy – right on down the pike Blowed his old whistle and went right on down Everybody's fiddlin' and dancin', havin' a big time on the lower deck Now you're right, you don't get wrong Get that girl and promenade on Good morning, babe, hello now, go on babe Captain Smith says gonna make a world record out of this ship Gonna make it to New York in about two days and a half to three days ahead of time How's the machinery now? All right How's your compass? All right Keep a-cluckin' on down, let her go right on down the pike Blow the whistle right on down Everybody's still havin' a big time Now you're right, you don't get wrong Get that gal with the red dress on Good morning, babe, hello now Captain Smith got the message, it's foggy on the sea Couldn't see how to travel, all boats are tied up Otherwise there's an iceberg at the North Pole Biggest ever was known, about a mile square Impossible for any ships to run Captain Smith says don't mind the fog on the sea We've got the strongest dynamite headlight ever was known Otherwise the ship was unsinkable, plough through all icebergs Now how's your machinery? All right How's your compass? Still on New York Keep a-cluckin' on down – let go – right on down the pike Blowed his old whistle and went right on down the pike Everybody's still havin' a big time Now you're right, but don't get wrong Get that girl and go right on Good morning, babe, hello now The last scene ever of the Titanic before it hit that iceberg Twenty miles past the lighthouse You could hear the music on the lower deck