Birth of the Blues, The

Writer(s): B. G. DeSylva / Lew Brown / Ray Henderson
(from The Voice-The Columbia Years-Disc 3)

These are the blues, nothin’ but blues….

Oh, they say some people long ago were searching for a diff’rent 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, that 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 part of the blues
From a whippoorwill way upon a hill

They took a new note, pushed it through a horn
‘Til it was worn, into a blue note
And then they nursed it, they rehearsed it and then sent out the news
That the Southland gave birth to the blues!
And then they nursed it, they rehearsed it and then sent out the news
That the Southland gave birth to the blues!

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