Get your hat, get your coat
And leave your worries on the doorstep
Yeah, and just direct your feet
To the sunny side of the street
Can’t you hear, oh that pitter-pat
Each happy step is your step
You know life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street
I used to walk in the shade with my blues, blues, blues, blues, blues on parade
But I’m not afraid, no, no, I’m not afraid
Hey rover cross over
If I never had a cent
I’d be rich as Rockefeller
With gold dust all around my feet
On the sunny side of the street
[Harmonica Solo]
I used to walk in the shade with my blues, blues, blues, blues on parade
But I’m not afraid, no, no, I’m not afraid
Hey rover cross over, oh
Now if I never, never, never, never, never had a cent
Now I’d be as rich as Rockefeller
With gold dust all around my feet
On the sunny side of the street
Yeah, on the sunny, sunny side of the street
Yeah, you better move on rover hold on the side
Hang up on the sunny, sunny, sunny side of the street
Yeah, on the sunny, sunny side of the street
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Versione di:
– Louis Armstrong
* Nicola Arigliano
– 1995 I sing ancora – Live in Matera
Grab your coat and get your hat
Leave your worry on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
On the sunny side of the street
Can’t you hear a pitter-pat
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street
I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But now I’m not afraid
This rover crossed over
If I’d never have a cent
I’d be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
On the sunny side of the street
Go man!
Riccardo Biseo. Go man!
Massimo Moriconi
Grab your coat and get your hat
Leave your worry on the doorstep
Just direct your feet
On the sunny side of the street
Can’t you hear a pitter-pat
And that happy tune is your step
Life can be so sweet
On the sunny side of the street
I used to walk in the shade
With those blues on parade
But now I’m not afraid
This rover crossed over
If I’d never have a cent
I’d be rich as Rockefeller
Gold dust at my feet
To the sunny side of the street
That’s Sunny… Giuanni…
Bo-do-di-drì bo-dò-do-dì
Da-da-da-da ta-ta
Di-bi-du-bi du-bi-du-bi du-bi-du-bi-dù
Ohaaa!
[Parlato]
Bravi… grazie… loro…
Abbiamo camminato sul marciapiede assolato
Maestro! Dobbiamo fare una cosa tranquilla
Perché ci hanno domandato… “Non importa quando”
Invece ha senso perché è una bella canzone
Una canzone degli anni… “primi sessanta”
Quindi trentacinque anni fa
Voi non c’eravate
No… no, no, no…
Io ho fatto attenzione,
Ho guardato bene ma non vi ho visti…
Non c’eravate…
Maestro!
