The Birth Of The Blues - Paul Whiteman-歌词

The Birth Of The Blues - Paul Whiteman

Breeze

In the trees

Singing weird melodies

And they named that

The start of the blues

Then from a jail

Came a wail

Of a down-hearted frail

And they played that

As 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 blues blues