I wrote my Mother, I wrote my Father And now I'm writing you too I'm sure of Mother, I'm sure of Father And now I want to be sure Very, very sure Of you Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me, Anyone else but me, anyone else but me, no, no, no Don't sit under the apple tree with anyone else but me Till I come marching home. Don't...Learn More

He was a famous trumpet man from out Chicago way He had a boogie style that no one else could play He was the top man at his craft But then his number came up and he was gone with the draft He's in the army now blowing reveille He's the boogie woogie bugle boy of Company B They made him blow a bugle for his Uncle Sam It really brought him down...Learn More