Folk Song for Jazz Songtext
von Ratboys

Well, I got a note from an old folk
It was more like a dream, but I remember somebody spoke

I got down on one knee
And, my paternal grandfather said to me
′You are one lucky son of my son'


And I woke up sadder than I′d ever been
Because he didn't say why, and I had never met him
I got down on one knee
And all my blood and my skin comforted me
'You are the best,′ they screamed in time

And I walked downstairs to the chair made of flowers
Upon it, my dog was humbly laying fast asleep

I got down on one knee
And said, ′If you ever feel the need
I will love you without condition.'

And I laid down like an old folk
My blood and my skin settled into the daily swing


I got down on one knee
And then, Jazz came up and spoke softly to me
′You are lucky, and you know why'