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
This 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 a 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
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
This 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 a 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
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