I Call It Pretty Music (But The Old People Call It The Blues)

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 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 people call it the blues

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

I call it pretty music music
But the people call it the blues