Red Nichols and His Five Pennies
strike up the band
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Let the drums roll out. Let the trumpet call.
While the people shout, Strike up the band.
Hear the cymbals ring. Calling one and all.
To the martial swing, Strike up the band.
There is work to be done, to be done.
There's a war to be won, to be won.
Come you son of son of a gun. Take your stand.
Fall in line, yea bo. Come along, let's go.
Hey, leader. Strike up the band.
- Album:
- The Chronological Classics: Red Nichols 1929-1930
- The Chronological Classics: Red Nichols 1928-1929
- Roaring 20s Revue, Vol. 2
- Trad Jazz Dixieland Party, Vol. 2
- Red Nichols: A Tribute to His Music
- 1928, Vol. 3
- My Melancholy Baby (The Original Charleston, 1927 - 1928)
- Red Nichols Collection
- 1949
- B.G. & Big Tea in NYC
- Giants of Jazz: Pee Wee Russell
- Jazz in the Charts 006 (1927-1928)
- The Original Sounds of Chicago (The Cities Where Jazz Was...
- The Sound of Chicago: The Roots of Jazz
- History of Jazz: 1917-1927
- The Best Jazz Ever! Vol. 1
- The Jazz Years - The History Of Jazz
- The Real History of Jazz from 1917 to 1936
- The Golden Years of Jazz (1917-1927 - 20 Hits)
- Eccentric