Letra de I Call It Pretty Music, But the Old People Call It the Blues (Part 1)
I was sitting in my classroom the other day Playing my harmonica in a mellow way A teacher seemed to have gathered 'round Trying to figure out what I was putting downI call it pretty music music But the old people call it the bluesThey were looking at me sitting there all alone Mumbling to each other in a real low tone I couldn't figure out what they were saying They couldn't understand what I was playingI call it pretty music music But the old people call it the bluesWell I call it pretty music music But the old people call it the bluesI call it pretty music music But the old people call it the blues