Birth Of The Blues

They heard the breeze in the trees making 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 high on a hill they took a new note

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

And then they nursed it and rehearsed it and gave out with the news

That the southland gave birth of the blues

That the southland gave birth of the blues