Ohh, they say some people long ago Were searchin' for a diff'rent tune One that they could croon As only they can
They only had the rhythm, so They started swayin' 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 Singin' weird melodies And they made that The start of the blues
And from a jail, came the wail Of the down-hearted frail And they played that As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill Out on the hill They took a new note (Whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill)
Pushed it through a horn 'Til it was worn Into a blue note (Whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill)
An' then they nursed it and rehearsed it And gave out the news That the 'Southland' Gave birth to the blues (Shout out the wonderful news)
Oh, the breeze from the trees Wail from the jail A buzz from the cousin Of a nightin'gale
And 'Southland' (Hello, hello) Gave birth to the bluesTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.