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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 


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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