Birth Of The Blues - Perry Como (佩里·科莫)
Oh they say some
People long ago
Were searching for
A diffrent tune
One that they could croon
As only they can
They only had the
Rhythm so
They started swaying
To and from
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 the hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Till it was worn
Into a blue note
An then they nursed it
And rehearsed it
And gave out the news
That the southland
Gave birth to the blues
Oh the breeze from the trees
A wail from the jail
A buzz from the cousin
Of a nightingale
And southland
Gave birth to the blues
