Oh . . . 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 a 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 'till it was worn
Into a blue note . . . ( whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill . . . )
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 a 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 'till it was worn
Into a blue note . . . ( whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill . . . )
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