| Oh… they say some people along ago
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| Where lookin' for a different tune
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| One that they could coon
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| As only they can
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| They only had the rhythm
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| So, they started swingin' to and fro
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| They didn’t know just what to use
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| But this is how the blues
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| Really began
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| This is the way the blues began
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| They… heard… the breeze
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| Through the trees
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| Singing weird melodies
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| And they named that
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| Just the start of the blues
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| Then from a jail
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| There came a wail
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| From a down-heart frail
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| And they played that
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| As a part of the blues
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| Now from a whippoorwill
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| Sittin' high on a hill
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| They took a new note
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| And they pushed it through a horn
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| Until it was worn into a blue note
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| And they nursed it
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| Yeah, rehearsed it
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| And then gave out the news
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| That the South Land
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| Really gave birth to the blues
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| From a whippoorwill
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| High on a hill
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| They grabbed a new note
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| And they pushed it through a horn
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| Until it was worn into a blue note
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| And then they nursed it
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| Oh, rehearsed it
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| And then gave out the news
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| That the South Land
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| Gave birth to the blues
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| Everybody they nursed it
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| Rehearsed it
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| And gave out the news
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| That, that old South Land
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| Gave birth, birth to the blues |