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Ella Fitzgerald( Ella Jane Fitzgerald )
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The Real American Folk Song (1959 Stereo Version)
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 strain 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 folk song 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 inoculated with a syncopated sort of meter, sweeter Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Than a classic strain, boy you can't remain, still or quiet, for it's a riot
The real American folk song is like a fountain of youth You taste, and it elates you, and then, invigorates you The real American folk song, the masses coaxed on, is a rag
The real American folk song 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 inoculated 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 folk song is like a fountain of youth You taste, and it elates you, and then, invigorates you The real American folksong, is a rag
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