"Birth of the Blues"

Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they can croon as only they can
They only had the rhythm so,
They started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use

They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing sweet melodies
And they made that the start of the blues
And from a jail came the wail
Of a downhearted 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 born
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, they rehearsed it
And then sent out the news
That the south land gave birth to the blues
They nursed it and then they rehearsed it
And then they sent out the news that the south land
Gave birth to the blues, the south land
They gave birth to the blues