Birth of the Blues Lyrics

We..heard... the breeze.
Through the trees.
Singing weird melodies.
And we named that the start of the blues.
Then from a jail.
There came a whale.
From a down-hearted frail.
And we played that.
To be a part of our blues.
From a whippoorwill
High on a hill.
They took a new note.
Pushed it through a horn.
Till it was worn into a blue note.

You better believed me we nursed it.
And we rehearsed it.
Than we gave out the news.
That the South Land, gave birth to the Blues.