Brother Bill

© 1942 by Motor Parts Co., Phila., Pa.

words and music by Louis Armstrong

Me and Brother Bill went hunting, up in the woods of eastern Maine,
The reason why we went up there, we thought we could catch some game.
As me and Brother Bill were hunting, way in the middle of the night,
We shot at something like a grizzly bear, and the doggone thing turned white.
Oh, I dropped that gun, and away I run,
Brother Bill said, "Boy, what's the matter with you?"
Had he known like me, he'd a run some too.
I run so fast they say that they couldn't catch me all day.
The way I run across that field, you couldn't catch me with an automobile.

Brother Bill got so excited, he really took a shot at me.
The bullet whizzed just past my ear and sizzled right through a tree.
I run until I was exhausted, my feet were dragging on the ground,
I said, "Big feet, come on and do your stuff, 'cause we're Alabamy bound."
Oh, I dropped that gun, and away I run,
Brother Bill said, "Boy, what's the matter with you?"
Had he known like me, he'd a run some too.
I run so fast they say that they couldn't catch me all day.
The way I run across that field, you couldn't catch me with an automobile.

compositions by Louis Armstrong

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