 This is the CBS radio workshop There's a woman And a woman is the blues cause blues is a woman and a woman is the blues And two is two life is rough stuff if you ain't got any Love is a hunt that few of us can feel heartache That you take and you chew CBS radio a division of the Columbia broadcasting system and its 217 affiliated stations present the CBS radio workshop Radio's distinguished series dedicated to man's imagination the theater of the mind Tonight transcribed an original story ballad the legend of Jimmy blue eyes by Edmund Brophy With original music by Ray Noble Starring William Conrad as the narrator and Jimmy Dodd as Jimmy blue eyes Horned by Manny Klein in Storyville where blues were born There's a legend of the golden horn and our hot lip kid blue-eyed and fair Who tried for a note that wasn't there? So come along Perdido Street with our hot licks tickled dancing feet that shuffle and patent leather shoes Where Jimmy blue eyes blew the blues Now Jimmy blue eyes came on earth a child of hunger from his birth He played all day around the streets of sin and they spiked his milk with old Tom He's second line to each funeral band rush the can when they made a stand He held their horns with love and care while his face lit up like a county fair He followed the tailgate players round when a wagons roll through back at town And the only prayers he ever knew with a kind of blue note trumpet blue I roam the streets from Sunday moon is bare feet beat to each Tonky tune as it crept through the gen metal swinging doors and a sawdust danced on a white tile floors He stole free lunch from Bear House places and hustled a bucket the fairgrounds races He talked to dice like a lover can and he aimed for the life of a Sporting man Jimmy blue eyes turned 16. He joined our Jill a blues song queen Jill dressed him like a special prize as Dixie kid with a soft blue eyes I eat 20 suits on a Stetson skimmer a boxback coat and a diamond glimmer a gold chain Draped his fancy vest. Oh, he went first class. He was the best Now Jimmy blue eyes loved to dolly at a card room down Long Pig alley He could riffle the deck with gambler's ease and clean a coach game like a breeze one night a player met his raise with a Silver horn from better days I guess that's it boys. I don't see no more money on the table. I'm folding up hold on Jimmy blue eyes I got me some grouch bag dough Delight one hand a stud one hand and I quit win or lose. No, no good chippy You blowed plenty of horn on the riverboat for that. I don't want no grouch bag money. Who says you're gonna win me? deal the cards King Trey King Betz 20 Queen 6 King Queen Betz 20 10 8 Kings high 20 again Jack Deuce possible straight bets 20 more I raise you 20. I'm 20 shy I'll put up my horn. Oh, that's a pretty beat-up piece man. She blows plenty sweet got a tune like a silver bell It's a go What do you got? King high You Deuces Jim showed his wind to his loving Jill and her fancy flat in the morning still Why Jimmy honey? You couldn't call home the cows at sundown with that old thing. Well, she's a singing dream, baby I'll call it children home like Buddy Bolden used to do Okay, I tried out walking up Rampart Street. You can hear the echo down the riverside But you never blew horn before I was top horn in the reform school band I don't make for playing Tom Anderson saloon, and you're not filling in alongside King Oliver in the funeral band. That's a cinch Sweet Jill. I'm sure no fancy Dan, but I'm a dead bang natural music man I'll take this battered silver horn and make it talk come Marty Graham on Jimmy my love since I was born. I've loved the music of a horn. You learn to make it weep and shout I love you to those stars While me and the blues are kid and candy for St. Louis and Memphis and Mr. Handy if you stuck a pin in my heart, it's true a drop of my blood had come out pure blue But summers came and winters went and Jimmy's loving heart was bent As for he hit that master blow his sweet Jill blew with hard lips Joe Hardlips Joe he had no peer he could shave the head from a glass of beer with a win from his educated horn Just as shows you were born just as shows you were born The kiss off gave poor Jim Jolt He loaded up his blue steel Colton headed for the circus house to croak that double-cross and loss Hardlips Joe was holding the floor when a cold spit lead type 44 The bullets sang around his head Jim killed a tourist guy instead In sure discuss a gun he slammed upon the floor and any lamb Along the streets of jasmine night well whistles blew to all this flight and back at many circus house Hotlips Joe that heart thief lost case of sucker on the floor and smiled and whispered never more He did put a mirror to his mouth hotlips. Don't need no looking glass Man got no pulse. He's a goner. There's a macro Jimmy blue eyes gonna get his cell fitted for a hump necktie and the execute man gonna bag his pretty head with a little Old black bang it's curtains for Jimmy boy. I say amen to that amen No, nevermore will Jimmy blue eyes catch me with a lead surprise This hog wild kid is through for fair the cinch to dance upon the air Before he ever got a mile poor Jim was nailed and brought to trial The old judge burned him with a look And up and hit him with a book And the cell where Jimmy locked steel secured and granite blocked He played a music rich a part a gift God gives a contrite heart Long summers came long winters win And all of Jimmy's time was spent to reach a cord to cut the air and Blow that note that wasn't there The son went down in store of ill when love went out with Jim and Jill First war came in prohibition and a district went to quick petition a die-hards died on bathtub Jim But the music lived like hidden sin to tickle toes in northern lands for the advent of the Dixie bands But no all-eens was much alive in the year in 1935 Jim took the long road home at last the dark and bitter days were passed Now when Jimmy blue eyes hit the bricks He was master a hot licks his trumpet clawed and tore the air in search of a note that wasn't there He played a hearty spots in town Nearly blew the ceilings down When his uncles all were done. They said oh that man is Gabriel's son Well, it's Jimmy's feet and full-blown gale the silver sleet he smiled and played right on Until his mind ran back to his heartbeat Jill Now you show me an artist's fine affair who seeks a note that isn't there And I'll show you a guy that most men ain't He's alone in the clouds an uncrowned saint For he scatters joy to his fellow man Though he might wind up and also ran To drive past glory Fortune fame it's nirvana sure But a heartbreak game And Jimmy's heart and soul sent out the soft sweet tones of his trumpet shout He blew it hot and low and high. He hit the fringe a heaven sky The multiplying strains made not he couldn't reach a peeky sort He blew until the notes were pain elastic stretches of his brain I tried a horn gone and mumbo pills, but they wouldn't bring a trumpet trills He killed a quarter-eye each day and it didn't help for his high note play Jimmy boy your case is tragic. You'd best resort to Mammy magic. She cooks a pot like jungle stew There's conjure in her devil's brew Where's this Mammy magic live? Where tell me where two miles north of nowhere One mile south of someplace Look over your shoulder man the old hot in the wood the old hot in the wood Now Mammy magic was her name a voodoo witch of power and fame whose spells were famous as a blues from New Orleans to Newport news Mr. Jimmy blue eyes Audrey You know me Mammy magic, you know my name few things are secret to one who has a third eye You are troubled speak Some walls and windows have ears. I Read your thoughts Where? Your desire is beyond my power. You lie witch. I got the price woman of darkness I'm desperate. Do you hear me desperate? Level with me. I tell you Jimmy on the level you got to see my boss Devil You're asking one thing. I can't do Despite the magic I can boom. I'll have no truck with devils I am selling you are here to buy What's he asking for price? I Don't make out his bills. He keeps them plenty private Get your devil man. We'll cut up a deal me and him so Mammy magic Cast a spell To summon up the king of hell he came in a flame of smoke and thunder That almost tore the town of Sunday He smelled like absinthe and smoke and mud his eyes were rubies pigeon blood He stood erect in a manna bold and his tail Was 80 karat gold You're very humble servant sir. Yeah Speak up sir. There is no occasion for fear. I pride myself on an understanding heart Well Here's the situation mr. Just call me red. I'm a very democratic champ All souls being equal before my eyes What is your problem Jimmy blue eyes and what is your heart's desire? Okay, mr. Red. Here's the setup So the red king made a deal with him And a secret locked in silent Jim Then with the evil art of old red turned that silver horn to gold Jimmy blue eyes walked on feet which never touched upon the street He wore a broad smile upon his face for that never never note was his at long elusive note was there The most immortal anywhere, but when he blew it come what made He had an awful price to pay All hotlips Joe had just come down from a long run in Chicago town He'd been the world's top trumpet king for 20 years come one more spring The jazz folk down a new Orleans dug folding money from their jeans To bet on Jim or hotlips Joe to contest for the master Put your money where your mouth is I got a century says Jimmy takes it. Well, you get it up man It's like shooting fish in a rain bird You can't just sit in bets on the job and Memphis takes your bet. Chicago goes for hotlips That boy can really blow off a storm. Here's money marbles talking beans on Jimmy the pride of new Orleans Don't cover five g's with cash not talk. It's Jimmy blue eyes for all New York Most ever parish up and down bet scads on Jimmy's horn renown The high and low of fortune's birth came on from ever end of earth The joint was jammed And the 88 was under the dukes of a solid gate The SRO sign hung outside Now was hotlips Joe and his beauty bright sweet jill the night and gave us song Dead wrong braw dead wrong dead wrong Playing the puff at a ringside table sep and iamda draped in sable And Joe took a stage with a master's pride And cut his trumpet open wide He blew hot notes heard round about he turned that trumpet inside out He blew till all the glass was broken. He blew so hot the joint was smoking His horn turned inside out and curled the last note traveled round the world Joe sat on the churran sounds bust tombstones in the burial grounds His look told jim with unfeigned joy. Go petty your papers little boy Get a hand caught jim use that horn to pedal fish. You ain't gotta pray blue eyes It's like stacking a cellar door dance up against Bill Robinson jim took a stage And struck a stance bowl for a guy with a china man's chance He warmed the hot notes Let them fry to a whisper tone strong men cry They felt his lonely bitter years as the horn whipped soft metallic tears Then quick mad laughter with a cheer go crying your beard go crying your beard Switchblade gashes and razor slashes blend with whiskey bottle crashes culminating in a wail From the foul deep bowl of a tall wall jail He ran the scale of man's emotions like changing tides upon the ocean A harsh note cursed another Pray have mercy brother. I'm so afraid His horn sang smooth and educated and blue and true and dedicated The music of that Dixie man was greater than the pipes of pan The highest soft sigh of a trumpets cry can tell what magic words can't try Well, the horn sings true as it only can unmatch the nature bird a man Man sings his heart with tongue a pen words give and live through time again, but it's very hard and so Ring clear when a true horn speaks and the crowd sat frozen round to geth Jim split the ceiling right in half He blew the walls down in the doors. He raised the carpets off the floors And a cotton this disinherited miss begotten son of a slum and sin and gin blew that scatter outside in And yet He seemed like a tired life going home from a weary earth and a heartbreak room To that promised land of a fairer climb out there On the other side of time Jimmy blue eyes hit some bars that blew out half a million stars and then That never never note Went clear 10 trillion miles to heavens here blue-eyed kid Went up and smoked now some rounders claim they're in the know that jimmy blue eyes Fries below But anew all leans they'll lay your odds He's playing trumpet with the gods For a deacon man was there who preached it before the last note cut and reached the edges of eternity and died Father forgive me His trumpet cried No matter where when hot music blows if you're not hairpass dad. He knows Jim's golden horn the love of faithless jill When blues and we were young in story film Now jimmy blue eyes came on earth a child of hunger from his birth They spiked his milk with old-time gin and he played all day round the streets of sin So come along for dito street where the hotlicks tickle dance and feet that shuffle in patent leather shoes Where jimmy blue eyes blew the blues In storyville where jazz was born There's a legend of the golden horn and a hotlip kid blue-eyed and fair Who hit that note it wasn't there Tonight transcribed from hollywood the cbs radio workshop has presented the legend of jimmy blue eyes An original story ballad by edmund brophy with original music by ray nobel and starring william conrad as narrator With trumpet by mani kline adapted and directed by san pierce Jimmy dodd in the part of jimmy blue eyes appeared by arrangement with walled disney Producer of the full length motion picture in technicolor song of the south starring uncle rimas and the critters Song of the south will be released nationally easter week Also featured in the cast were roi glenn georgia ellis sam edwards lou meryl nan bordman jack moiles and tony barrett Featured in the all-star band were tom peterson on trombone maddie matlock on clarinet sammy white drums nat barber piano and larry brine bass The workshop is produced in hollywood by william froome Who's there's a woman who's there's a woman Is the blue half is rough stuff If you ain't got love is a hunger take And you choose sometimes you win