"Birth of the Blues" as written by and Louis/butera Prima....
Oh they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon as only they can
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 out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn till it was worn into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the Southland gave birth to the blues
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon as only they can
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 out on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn till it was worn into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the Southland gave birth to the blues
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"Birth of the Blues" as written by Lew Brown B.g. Desylva
Lyrics © RAY HENDERSON MUSIC CO., INC., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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