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 new note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to 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 new note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues