Birth Of The Blues

They heard the breeze in the trees

Singing 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 part of the blues

From a whippoorwill out on a hill

Pushed it through a horn till it was worn into a blue note

And then they nursed it they rehearsed it

And gave out the news

That the Southland gave birth to the blues