Near barcelona, the peasant crooned The old traditional spanish tunes The neapolitan street song sighs You think of italian skys
Each nation has a creative vein Originating a native stain With folk songs plaintive and others gay In their own peculiar way
American folk songs, I feel Have a much stronger appeal
The real american folksong is a rag A mental jag A rhythmic tonic for the chronic blues
The critics called it a "joke song" but now They've changed their tune, and they like it, somehow
For it's innoculated with a syncopated sort of meter, sweeter Than a classic stain, boy you can't remain, still or quiet, for it's a riot
The real american folksong Is like a fountain of youth You taste, and it elates you, and then, invigorates you The real american folksong, the masses coaxed on, is a rag
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The real american folksong is a rag A mental jag A rhythmic tonic for the chronic blues
The critics called it a "joke song" but now They've changed their tune, and they like it, somehow
For it's innoculated with a syncopated sort of meter, sweeter Than a classic strain, boy you can't remain, still or quiet, for it's a riot
The real american folksong Is like a fountain of youth You taste, and it elates you, and then, invigorates you The real american folksong, is a ragTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
