The Birth of the Blues - Light Crust Doughboys
They heard the breeze
In the trees
Singing love melodies
And they call that
Just the start of the blues
And from a jail
Came a wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they call that
A part of the blues
From a whippoorwill
Out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Till it was a worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it
Rehearsed it
And gave out the new
That the south land
Gave birth to the blues
And then they nursed it
Rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues