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 downhearted 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 till it was born into a blue 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 till it was born into a blue note.
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it and gave out the news.
That the Southland, gave birth to the blues.
That the Southland, gave birth to the blues.