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Rockin Chair Swing - Mills Brothers* - Great Singers Of The Century (CD)

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  1. The Mills Brothers, sometimes billed as The Four Mills Brothers, were a U.S. jazz and pop vocal quartet. The group was originally composed of four brothers all born in Piqua, Ohio: John Jr () basso and guitarist, Herbert () tenor, Harry ( .
  2. Rockin' Chair Lyrics: Hang around, Willie boy / Don't you raise the sails anymore / It's for sure, I've spent my whole life at sea / And I'm pushin' age seventy three / Now there's only one place that.
  3. Background: The Swing Era was when big band swing music was at its most popular in America between the years This music was heard in 3 places mainly. (1) mainstream AM radio ("Your Hit Parade" as so many formats were entitled back then), (2) the dance and concert halls where the big bands played, or soloists like Crosby sang & (3) the Armed Forces USO's and canteens.
  4. I'm very taken with the other reviews here. Because of the difficulty finding the album I contacted Jonathan Edwards' skyscraper headquarters somewhere on the East Coast of America (probably on a boat or island) and was told that they recently put his rare but popular Rockin Chair and Sailboat recordings together on a single release they call "Rockin The Boat", available direct/5(9).
  5. Lyrics to 'Rockin' Chair' by The Mills Brothers. Old rocking chair's got me, my cane by my side Fetch me that gin, son, 'fore I tan your hide Can't get from this cabin, goin' nowhere Just set me here grabbin' at the flies 'round this rocking chair.
  6. Mills Brothers: 20th Century Masters - The Millennium Collection. We wish all history sounded this good! The Mills Bros. started singing together in , combining barbershop harmony with the jaunty rythms of the swing era. It was a sweet combination that led to a 70 year career!
  7. The Mills Brothers - Rockin` Chair Lyrics. Old rocking chair's got me, my cane by my side Fetch me that gin, son, 'fore I tan your hide Can't get from this cabin, goin' nowhere Just s.
  8. Old rocking chair's got me, my cane by my side, Fetch me that gin, son, 'fore I tan your hide. Can't get from this cabin, goin' nowhere Just set me here grabbin' at the flies round this rocking chair My dear old aunt Harriet, in Heaven she be, Send me sweet chariot, for the end of the trouble I see Old rocking chair gets it, judgement day is here Chained to my rocking chair.

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