The 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,

They took a new no      te,

Pushed it through a horn     til it was born

Into a new note.

And then they nursed it, rehearsed it,

And g     ave   out t      he news

That the south   land gave birth to the blues.

From a whippoorwill, out on a hill,

They took a new no      te,

Pushed it through a horn     til it was born

Into a new note.

And then they nursed it, rehearsed it,

And g     ave   out t      he news

That the south   land gave birth to the blues.

That the so    uthl   and          gave birth to the blues.