They heard the breeze in the trees, singing with melodies, and they made that the start of the blues.Then from a jail came the wail of a downhearted frail, and they played that as a part of the blues.From a whip or wail out on a hill, they took a new note, then they pushed it through a hole.Born till it was worn into a blue note, and then they nursed it, they rehearsed it, and gave out the news that the Southland gave a birth to the blues.Then from a jail came the breeze in the trees, singing with melodies, and they made that the start of the blues.Well, I'm telling you, they played that as a start of the blues.From a whip or wail.Well, I'm telling you, they played that as a start of the blues.Born till it was worn into a blue note, and then they nursed it, they rehearsed it, and gave out the news that the Southland gave a birth to the blues.Well, you know, they nursed it, they rehearsed it, and then they gave out the news that the Southland gave a birth to the blues.