These are the blues nothin' but blues

But blues

Oh they say some people long ago

Were searching for a diff'rent tune

One that they could croon as only they can

They only had the rhythm

So they started swayin' to and fro

They didn't know just what to use

This is how the blues really began

They heard the breeze in the trees

Singin' weird melodies

And they made that the start of the blues

And from a jail they came the wail of a down-hearted frail

And they played that

And they played a part of the blues

From a whippoorwill upon a hill

They grab a new note

They pushed it through a horn

Until it was worn into a blue note

And then they nursed it

They rehearsed it

And then sent out that news

That the Southland gave birth to the blues

They nursed it

Then they rehearsed it

And they sent out that news

That the Southland they gave birth to the blues