They heard the breeze in the trees Singing wierd 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. (Bridge:) From a whippoorwill, out on a hill, They took a new note, Pushed it through a horn til it was born Into a new note. And then they nursed it, rehearsed it, And gave out the news That the southland gave birth to the blues. (Repeat Bridge:) (Repeat last verse) (Last time:) That the southland gave birth to the blues.