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I was sitting in my classroom the other day Playing my harmonica in a mellow way Some teacher seemed to have gathered around Trying to figure out what I was putting down I called it pretty music but the old people called it the blues Ain't that pretty now? They 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 playing I called it pretty music but the old people called it the blues Ain't that pretty now? I called it pretty music but the old people called it the blues I called it pretty music but the old people called it the blues I called it pretty music but the old people called it the blues
