In Dixieland, there's a musical man
He has a good time just making folks happy
This musical man is a one-man-band
Folks have to love him for making them glad

He don't play melodies, just plays blue harmonies
Just like nobody ever had
He just plays chords that make you feel grand
They call him Sam, the old accordion man

His dreamy chords remind you of heaven
And they're real chords, according to Dixieland
In the evening, by the moonlight, when the sun goes down
How those lovers, levee lovers, love to hang around
He just plays chords like nobody can
They call him Sam, the old accordion man

Old chords, new chords, funny old blue chords
Morning, night, and noon

He just plays chords that make you feel grand
They call him Sam, Sam the old accordion man
His dreamy chords remind you of heaven
And they're real chords, according to Dixieland

In the evening, by the moonlight, when the sun goes down
How those lovers, levee lovers, love to hang around
He plays those chords like nobody can
They call him Sam, Sam the old accordion man