The Birth of the Blues

These are the blues
 Nothing but blues
 Oh, they say some people long ago
 Were searching for a different tune
 One that they could 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
 That is how the blues really began
 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
 Way up on a hill
 They took a new note
 Pushed it through a horn
 Until it was worn
 Into a blue note
 And then they nursed it
 They rehearsed it
 And then sent out that news
 That the Southland gave birth to the blues
 They nursed it
 And they rehearsed it
 And they sent out that news
 That the Southland they gave birth to the blues.