Birth Of The Blues

Birth Of The Blues - Matt Monro

They heard the breeze in the trees

Singing 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 a hill

They took a new note

Pushed it through a horn

'Til it was born into a blue note

And then they nursed it rehearsed it

And gave out the news

That the southland

Gave birth to the blues

And then they nursed it rehearsed it

And gave out the news

That the southland

They gave birth to the blues