Nana says yes
Plays his father's guitar and says the songs were already inside it
the numbers
- bpm
- 99
- key
- F major
- energy
- 0.72
- dance
- 0.92
- valence
- 0.52
- vocal at
- 5.3s
- length
- 3:09
- language
- En
lyrics
At Kejetia, Friday noon, she buys a red head-tie She taps the cane on the floor, then she lifts her chin high They came with their long mouths, standing by the veranda door But Nana saw his clean shoes and she wanted him more She said, "Bring the brown chair, make space by the wall" "Let the kettle go singing, I have heard it all" Her eyes on the palm wine cup, her palm on his sleeve If the crowd wants to talk, let the crowd just leave Nana says yes Nana says yes Nana says yes Nana says yes Let them all talk, she knows best By six o'clock supper, plantain on the tin tray His cap by the radio, her beads in the clay Aunties shook their heads, but the mortar still sang Nana laughed in Twi, and the whole room rang Nana says yes Nana says yes Nana says yes Nana says yes Let them all talk, she knows best At dawn she tied the cloth tight, washed the cup in the bowl She said love is a stubborn thing, and it grows in the soul If the yard keeps on whispering, let the yard make noise Nana chose with her eyes, and she chose that boy Nana says yes Nana says yes Nana says yes Nana says yes Let them all talk, she knows best