Perry Como - Birth Of The Blues Lyrics
Oh . . . they say some people long ago,Were searchin for a diffrent tune,One that they could croon,As only they can . . .They only had the rhythm . . . so,They started swayin to and fro . . .They didnt 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 ( whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill . . . )Pushed it through a horn till it was worn,Into a blue note . . . ( whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill . . . )An then they nursed it, and rehearsed it,And gave out the news,That the southland . . .Gave birth to the blues!( shout out the wonderful news! )Oh, the breeze from the trees,A wail from the jail,A buzz from the cousin of a nightingale,And southland ( hello, hello! )Gave birth to the blues!
