(Irving Berlin and Vincent Bryan) [1st verse:] Down below the Dixie line in Alabam' Lived a lovin' piano player, Ephraham 'Cause he never took a lesson He had ev'rybody guessin' How he played with such a lovin' tone Any old piano that he could annoy Ephraham would call an instrument of joy When it came to make a piano Cry out in a fancy manner Ephraham was in a class alone [Refrain:] Ephraham played upon the piano Ephraham, he had a great left hand Ephraham in his fancy manner Made an upright sound like a "Baby Grand" [2nd verse:] Any kind of music he could understand Still he didn't play by ear, he played by hand When he started fishin' For the tune that you'd been wishin' Ev'ry other good musician stepped aside Ephraham was never known to lose his head I remember once a certain lady said "Can you play a fiddle, Mister?" He looked up and answered, "Sister I don't know because I never tried"
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