Beau Brummel Joe (The Beau Of Memphis Town)

Lyric: Henry Creamer
Music: Harry Warren
Year: 1924
Original publisher: Jerome H. Remick & Co.

Verse 1:

When you're down in Memphis,
Memphis, Tennessee,
Take a tip from me:
Try and see Josephus Lee.
He's the dude of Memphis
And he's mighty swell,
When he prances out the high-browns yell;

Chorus 1:

There goes that Beau Brummel Joe,
He's the beau of the town;
When he parades, kitchen maids
Lay their kettles down.
He vamps the gals
And their Mas and their Pas;
He's got more broken hearts in town
Than Henry Ford has cars.
He's got pearls on his spats,
Feathers on his hats,
Shoes in seven flats,
Tell the world now he's the cats.
For mister Beau Brummel
The gals all tumble when he struts around,
Beau Brummel Joe, the beau of Memphis town.

Chorus 2:

Sweet mister Beau Brummel Joe,
He's the beau of the town;
When he parades, chambermaids
Knock each other down.
He makes them sigh,
Makes them lie, even cry;
And when he frowns at those high-browns,
They lay right down and die.
He's got trunks full of clothes,
Diamond-studded hose,
Perfumed these and those,
And he smells just like a rose.
He's such a heart-breaker,
An undertaker follows him around,
Beau Brummel Joe, the beau of Memphis town.

Verse 2:

They've got dudes in Georgia
And in Caroline.
Fine and super-fine,
But this bird they can't outshine;
He's got gals in Georgia
And in Alabam',
He's the guy that ruined Lovin' Sam;

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