D
He was a famous trumpet man
From out Chicago way
D
He had a boogie style
That no one else could play
G
He was the top man at his craft
D
But then his number came up
And he was gone with the draft
A
He's in the army now
G
He's blowin' reveille
D
They made him blow a bugle
For his Uncle Sam
D
It really brought him down
Because he could not jam
G
The Captain seemed to understand
D
Because the next day the Cap'
Went out and drafted a band
A
And now the company jumps
G
When he plays reveille
D
He blows it eight to the bar
D
In boogie rhythm
G
He can't blow a note
Unless the bass and guitar
D
Is playin' with 'im
A
He makes the company jumps
G
When he plays reveille
G
And when he plays boogie-woogie bugle
D
He's was busy as a bzzy bee
A
And when he plays he makes the company jump
G
Eight to the bar
D
Toot-toot-toot-toot a-diddle-ee-ada-toot-diddle-ee-ada
D
Toot toot he blows it eight to the bar
G
He can't blow a note
If the bass and guitar
D
Isn't with 'im
G
When he plays reveille
D
He puts the boys to sleep
With boogie every night
D
And wakes them up the same way
In the early bright
G
They clap their hands and stamp their feet
D
Because they know how he plays
When someone gives him a beat
A
He really breaks it up
G
When he plays reveille
D
Dadada-adarada-dada, dadada-adarada-dada
G D
Dadada-adarada-dada, dadada-adarada-dada
G
When he plays reveille