Sam, the Old Accordion Man (Extrait De La Comédie Musicale « Les Pièges De La Passion ») - Doris Day

In Dixieland

There’s a musical man

He has a good time just making folks happy

This musical man

Is a one-man band

Folks have to love him for makin' 'em glad

He doesn’t play melodies, just plays blue harmonies

Just like nobody ever had

He just plays chords

(He just plays chords)

That make you feel grand

(That make you feel grand)

They call him Sam

(Sam)

The old accordion man

His dreamy chords remind you of heaven

(Remind you of heaven)

And they’re real chords, according to Dixieland

In the evening, by the moonlight, when the sun is down

How those lovers, there’ll be lovers, love to hang around

He plays those chords

(He plays those chords)

Like nobody can

(Like nobody can)

They call him Sam

(Sam)

The old accordion man

Old chords, new chords, funny old blue chords

Morning, night and noon

Say he’s got chords, nothing but hot chords, never out of tune

In the evening, by the moonlight, when the sun is down

How those lovers, there’ll be lovers, love to hang around

He plays those chords

(He plays those chords)

Like nobody can

(Like nobody can)

They call him Sam

Sam

Sam

The old accordion man