Introdução: 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 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 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