Malvina’s Blues

It ain't a folk song, Buddy, unless it's old and gray
It ain't a folk song, Buddy, unless it's old and gray
Well I don't know what to call em
But I write em anyway

It ain't a folk song, Buddy, unless it's found somewhere
It ain't a folk song, Buddy, unless it's found somewhere
Well I found these songs
Right under my head of hair

Well I am old but my songs are new
And I don't care what you call em
Just sing em
That's all I ask of you

It ain't a folk song, Buddy, unless it's traveled far
It ain't a folk song, Buddy, unless it's traveled far
Well my songs are traveling
I don't know where they are

They call me a folk singer, but I don't give a damn
When I start to sing, you don't care what I am
You sing em
That's all I ask of you