Daddy was a dude, played the saxophone
Wrote the first jazz fugue, made the world his home
He was a post-war gun, he was a west coast man
They say he was the one wailing on the band stand
I see a young man, 1948
The Sun is shining through the Golden Gate
The future up ahead looks bright and secure
With the best band in the land success seemed assured
Winds of change came and took away his band
It ain't easy being a one night stand jazz man
Make a decision the family or the road
That's when he decided he was coming home
Daddy was a dude, played the saxophone
Wrote the first jazz fugue, made the world my home
I was his post-war son, he was a west coast man
They say he was the one wailing on the band stand
Winds of change came and took away his band
It ain't easy being a one night stand jazz man
Make a decision the family or the road
That's when he decided he was coming home
Daddy was a dude, played the saxophone
Wrote the first jazz fugue, made the world his home
He was a post-war gun, he was a west coast man
They say he was the one wailing on the band stand
