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Birth of the Blues lyrics
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the rhythm
So they started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began
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 worn into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland gave birth to the blues
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon
Part of these releases
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- Track 14 on Complete Gus Widi Recordings
- 13 Blue Skies
- 15 I Get a Kick out of You
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- Track 6 on All of Me
- 5 While You Were Young
- 7 I'll Follow You
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