Black boy in Chicago, playing in the street. Not near enough to wear, not near enough to eat. Don't you know he saw it on a July afternoon?. He saw a man named 'Armstrong' walk upon the moon.
If there's one more town, I'll be goin'. Fight for the winnin' and I'll be there. If there's one more song, I'll be singin'. I'm always goin' but I don't know where.
They told me doncha go down to that city. Don't you go down to that city, I say. For there's trouble there for sure and it's no concern of yours. And it's all I have to hear them people say.
I hope you understand I've a long way to go. Hope you understand because I told you so. Well, as the people say, I will be comin' back this way. But until then, gal, you're on your own.