Stephen Foster

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