Swinging Shepherd Blues
KENNY JACOBSON, MOE KOFFMAN, RHODA ROBERTS
Along a mountain pass
There is a patch of grass
Where the swingin' shepherd plays the blues;
His sheep never stray,
Dancin' all day
Til they see the pale and yellow moon,
And then he leads his flock
And homeward they all rock
To the tune of the swingin' shep herd blues.
Come home, shepherd,
Play those haunting trills
Come home, shepherd,
Let it echo through the hills,
The swingin' shepherd blues.
