Birth Of The Blues

G D7 They heard the breeze in the trees G C Singing weird melodies D7 G And they made that the start of the blues D7 And from a jail came the wail G C Of a down-hearted frail D7 G And they played that as part of the blues B7 From a whippoorwill out on a hill They took a new note E7 A7 D7 Pushed it through a horn till it was worn into a blue note G D7 And then they nursed it they rehearsed it G C And gave out the news D7 G That the Southland gave birth to the blues