Stephen Foster

This is the room where Stephen Foster died

And this is the song that finally broke his pride

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

But nobady works up the crowd, not like Al Jolson

So won't you bring a dead man one more drink

There's a shotglass over on the bathroom sink

It's dark on the Bowery and cold as the Alabama sun

And this is the town where Stephen Foster died

Yes this is the town where Stephen Foster died

The melodies fade and the years grow faint

And the kids ain't wearing the black greasepaint

Like they did back in 1845

YODEL

I 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

Yes this is the town where Stephen Foster died

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