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The Real American Folk Song - The King's Singers (国王歌手合唱团)
Written by：George Gershwin
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 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 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 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
A rhythmic tonic for the chronic blues
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 folksong
Not jokesong
The real American folksong is a rag
