文本歌词

Birth of the Blues - Gloria Lynne
Oh they say some people long ago
Were searchin' 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
That 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 came the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues
From a whippoorwill out on the hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn 'till it was worn
Into a blue note
An' then they nursed it and rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the "Southland"
Gave birth to the blues
Oh the breeze from the trees
A wail from the jail
A buzz from the cousin of a nightin'gale
And "Southland"
To the blues