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 note
Pushed it through a horn
'Til it was born into a blue note
And then they nursed it, they rehearsed it
And they gave out the news
That the southland
Gave birth to the blues
From a whippoorwill, out on a lonely hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
'Til it was born into a blue note
And then they tried to nurse it
They had to go rehearse it
And finnally gave out the news
That the good ole southest southland
Scoffered the blues
The southland
Gave birth to the blues
The blues
