Ella Fitzgerald
The Real American Folk Song
Near Barcelona, the peasant croonedThe old traditional Spanish tunesThe Neapolitan street song sighsYou think of Italian skysEach nation has a creative veinOriginating a native strainWith folk songs plaintive and others gayIn their own peculiar wayAmerican folk songs, I feelHave a much stronger appealThe real American folksong is a ragA mental jagA rhythmic tonic for the chronic bluesThe critics called it a "joke song" but nowThey've changed their tune, and they like it, somehowFor it's innoculated with a syncopated sort of meter, sweeterThan a classic strain, boy you can't remain, still or quiet, for it's a riotThe real American folksongIs like a fountain of youthYou taste, and it elates you, and then, invigorates youLetras de cancionesThe real American folksong, the masses coaxed on, is a rag(instrumental break)The real American folksong is a ragA mental jagA rhythmic tonic for the chronic bluesThe critics called it a "joke song" but nowThey've changed their tune, and they like it, somehowFor it's innoculated with a syncopated sort of meter, sweeterThan a classic strain, boy you can't remain, still or quiet, for it's a riotThe real American folksongIs like a fountain of youthYou taste, and it elates you, and then, invigorates youThe real American folksong, is a rag
From Letras Mania