They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing wierd 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.
(Bridge:)
From a whippoorwill, out on a hill,
They took a new note,
Pushed it through a horn til it was born
Into a new note.
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it,
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues.
(Repeat Bridge:)
That the southland gave birth to the blues.