The Birth Of The Blues

Oh they say some dark is along ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swingin' to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues
Really began
They heard the breeze
In the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they played that
As the start of the blues
And from a jail
Came a wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As a part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Till it was a worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it
They rehearsed it
And gave out the new
That the south land
Gave birth to the blues
And then they nursed it
Rehearsed it
Gave out the good news
That the southland gave birth to the blues
The birth of the blues