Oh they say some people along ago

Were searching for a tune

One that they could croon

As only they can

They only had the rhythm

So they started swingin' to and fro

They didn't have much to use

That is how the blues

Really began

They heard the breeze

In the trees

Singing sweet melodies

And they call that

The first of the blues

Then from a jail

Came a wail

Of a down-hearted frail

So they call that

The first of the blues

From a whippoorwill

Out on a hill

They came a blue note

Though they

Pushed it through a horn

Till it was a worn

Into a new note

And then they nursed it

They rehearsed it

And gave out all the news

That the south land

Gave birth to the blues

Yes

This was the whippoorwill

Up on a hill

Very first found that blue note

Though they

Pushed it through a horn

Till it was a worn

Into a blue note

And then they nursed it

They rehearsed it

And then they gave out all the news

That the south land

Gave birth to the blues

That evening

Sun goes down