The Birth of the Blues

These are the blues

Nothing but blues

Oh, they say some people long ago

Were searching for a different tune

One that they could croon

As only they can

They only had the rhythm

So they started swayin' to and fro

They didn't know just what to use

This is how the blues really began

They heart the breeze in the trees

Singin' weird melodies

And they made that the start of the blues

And from a jail came the wail

Of a down hearted frail

And they played that

As a part of the blues

From a whippoorwill way up on a hill

They took a new note

Pushed it through a horn

Until it was worn

Into a blue note

And then they nursed it

They rehearsed it

And then send out that news

That the Southland gave birth to the blues

They nursed it, then they rehearsed it

And they sent out that news

That the Southland, they gave birth to the blues