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Tiger Rag
Words by Harry DeCosta, Music by Original Dixieland Jazz Band - 1917
Verse:----------- ------------------ ------------------ ------------------
Bb - -          F7 Bb
- - -          F7 Bb
C7 F               Cdim C7 F
C7 F               Cdim C7 F            F7
Bb - -          F7 Bb
- - -          F7 Bb
Chorus:--------- ------------------ ------------------ ------------------
Bb - - -
- - F7 -
- - - -
- - Bb -           C7
Bb - - -
-          Ebm  Edim Bb7            Bb+ Eb        Bb7 Eb
Edim - Bb G7
C7 F7 Bb -           Bb7
Interlude:-------- ------------------ ------------------ ------------------
Eb -                  Bb7 Eb -
- - Bb -
- - Eb -
F7 - Bb -
- - Eb -
Bb7 - Eb -
Bb7 - Eb -
Ab        Eb7 Ab        B7 Bb7 Eb         F7
Final Chorus:---- ------------------ ------------------ ------------------
Bb - - -
-          Ebm  Edim Bb7             Bb+ Eb         Bb7 Eb
Edim - Bb               Bb7 G7
C7 F7 Bb -  (end)
8-beat intro.  Play 4-beats for each cell, reading from left to right.
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Verse:
Long a -go 'way down in the jun -gle, Some -one got an in -spi -ra -tion for a tune,
And that jin -gle brought from the jun -gle Be -came fa -mous might -y soon.
Thrills and chills it sends thru you!
Hot! so hot, it burns you too!
Tho' it's just the growl of the ti -ger It was writ -ten in a syn -co -pa -ted way,
More and more they howl for the "Ti -ger" Ev -'ry -where you go to -day They're shout -in'
 
Chorus:
Where's that Ti -ger! Where's that Ti -ger!
Where's that Ti -ger! Where's that Ti -ger!
Hold that Ti -ger! Hold that Ti -ger!
Hold that Ti -ger! Choke him, poke him, kick him and soak him!
Where's that Ti -ger? Where's that Ti -ger?
Where, oh where can he be?
Low or High -brow, They all cry now:
"Please play that Ti -ger Rag for me."
 
Interlude:
Lay right on that jun -gle ser -e -nade.
There's no great -er mel -o -dy played.
Shoot those low notes, Fast and slow notes,
'Til that Ti -ger has been slayed!
Whip it hard 'til it moans, Whip it hard 'til it growns,
Let 'er rip start to clip it's claws.
Lead -er man on your feet, Lead -er man start to beat
That old Ti -ger If you want ap -plause. Oh!
 
Final Chorus:
Where's that Ti -ger? Where's that Ti -ger?
Where, oh where can he be?
Low or High -brow, They all cry now:
"Please play that Ti -ger Rag for me."
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Arranged by Jim Bottorff
 
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