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Stephen Foster

Curtis Eller's American Circus
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Well This is the room where Stephen Foster died And this is the song that finally broke his pride Well, it's a 37¢ sentimental piece His fingers was shakin' on the keys But the melody somehow escapes me My memory has run dry And Elvis Presley gonna thank me for what I done Yeah, but nobody works up the crowd, not like Al Jolson So won't you bring a dead man one more drink There's a shot glass over on the bathroom sink Y'know, t's dark on the Bowery and cold as the Alabama sun And this is the town where Stephen Foster died Well, this is the town where Stephen Foster died Y'know, the melodies fade and the years grow faint And the kids ain't wearing the black greasepaint Like they did back in 1845 Dee odel ay ee hoo Yodel ay ee hoo Yodel ay ee, yodel ay ee Yodel ay ee hoo Well, I've got a heart that never has been broke But it's black from the memory of the Pennsylvania smoke And when I'm gone you can forget this mess Well what's one angel more or less? I wanna know dear friends and gentle hearts And this is the town where Stephen Foster died Well, this is the town where Stephen Foster died Y'know the melodies fade and the years grow faint And the kids ain't wearing the black greasepaint Like they did back in 1845 And this is the town where Stephen Foster died