Pushed it through a horn
They heard the breeze in the trees
One, that they could croon as only they can
Then they rehearsed it
They didn't know just what to use
They only had the rhythm
And they made that, the start of the blues
They nursed it
And from a jail came the wail of a down-hearted frail
And then they nursed it
They took a new note
Until it was worn into a blue note
This is how the blues really began
Were searching for a diff'rent tune
And they sent out that news
From a whippoorwill way upon a hill
That the Southland gave birth to the blues
They rehearsed it
And they played that as a part of the blues
So they started swayin' to and fro
And then sent out that news
Singin' weird melodies
