[Intro] A  A7

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The year was 1920

The country USA
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They started improvising
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Something they had never played
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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?
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I’ve got washboards and harmonicas
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Tin flutes and kazoos
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There is nothing I can not do
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I make sounds with hollow bamboos

[Refrão]

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Skiffle, skiffle, skiffle is my name

And I dare you to try to play this game
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Sol, la, si, do, re, mi, far away
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Skiffle, skiffle, skiffle is my name
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Why d’you always find someone to blame?
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Skiffle songs will never sound the same

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Wait, I’m just a humble herald

I’m the voice of a buried battle
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And somebody speaks through me
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I just feel, I don’t see
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So what I need to do
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Is to bring you back to you
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Is it country? Is it bluegrass?

What’s your problem? Why do you ask?
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I don’t fit in your labels
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‘Cause my stage is now on the table
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I kick cups, I drop plates
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And every sound is in the song that I made