Long About Midnight - Cab Calloway and His Orchestra

Just take a look at Harlem after sundown

Any time you choose;

It’s hard to find the people feeling run-down;

There’s no time for blues

If you don’t know just what to really do

Just take a walk along the avenue;

You’ll hear the sounds come a-floatin' through

Along about midnight

They close the windows and they dim the light

To hide their doings from a stranger’s sight;

Everything is going right

'Long about midnight

Pianos tinkle, and the couples sway

Taking the pleasures they find

They don’t care how they live by day

Why not leave trouble behind?

They’re not pretending like the hoy-falloy;

They really mean it;

it’s the real McCoy

They turn an ounce of booze into a pound of joy

'Long about midnight!