Oh yeah, it's our music

Good ole U.S. beats

The flying of the piano keys

The woo woo woo of the trumpet

Then we got the sax--that birdie bugle

And our bass, deep pluckings.

We hear it in our elevators

Movies with rich and poor

Jazz is for all people

If I went to nightclubs, I'd hear it there

Jazz is the music of the night

Hot summer nights in the city

Jazz is the music of America

This poem is about: 
My country


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