Randy Travis Birth Of The Blues
Oh they say some people long ago
Were searching for a different tune
One that they could croon as only they can
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, way up 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, and they rehearsed it
And sent out the news
That the Southland, gave birth to the blues
And then they nursed it, and they rehearsed it
And then they sent out the news
That the Southland, gave birth to the blues
