Intro A A7
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The year was 1920
The country USA
G G#º
They started improvising
D
Something they had never played
A G
Years later in the 50s
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The trend was on by the mates
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Is it rock? Is it folk?
Is it jazz or is it blues?
G G#º
I've got washboards and harmonicas
D/A Bm
Tin flutes and kazoos
Em A7
There is nothing I can not do
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I make sounds with hollow bamboos
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Skiffle, skiffle, skiffle is my name
And I dare you to try to play this game
G G G#º
Sol, la, si, do, re, mi, far away
D/A Bm7
Skiffle, skiffle, skiffle is my name
E7 A7
Why d'you always find someone to blame?
D
Skiffle songs will never sound the same
D
Wait, I'm just a humble herald
I'm the voice of a buried battle
G G#º
And somebody speaks through me
D
I just feel, I don't see
A G
So what I need to do
D
Is to bring you back to you
D
Is it country? Is it bluegrass?
What's your problem? Why do you ask?
G G#º
I don't fit in your labels
D/A Bm
'Cause my stage is now on the table
Em A7
I kick cups, I drop plates
D
And every sound is in the song that I made
Composição de P.G. Headway