The Birth of the Blues Sammy Davis Jr. (written 1928)

They heard the breeze in the trees
Singing weird melodies
And they made that
The start of the blues.

And from jail came a wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And they played that
As part of the blues.
From a whip-poor-will,
Out on a hill, They took a new note,
Pushed it through a horn
‘Till 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.