I Call It Pretty Music but the Old People Call It the Blues, Part 1

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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 down I call it pretty music music But the old people call it the blues 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 call it pretty music music But the old people call it the blues Well I call it pretty music music But the old people call it the blues I call it pretty music music But the old people call it the blues