They heard the breeze through the trees
Singing weird, weird melodies
And they made that just the start of the blues

And from a jail therecame the wail
From a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues

Now from a whippoorwill
Sitting high on a hill
They took a new note
They pushed it through a horn
Til it was worn
Into a blue note

You gotta believe me 
They nurse it, and they rehearse it
Then they gave out the news
That the southland really gave birth to the blues

From a whippoorwill
High on a hill
They took a new note
They pushed it through a horn
Til it was worn
Into a blue note

Don't you know
They nursed it, and they rehearsed it
Then they gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues

They nursed, rehearsed and gave out the news
That old southland gave birth, gave birth
To the blues

