Текст (слова) песни: Perry Como - Birth of the Blues
Oh . . . they say some people long ago, Were searchin` for a diff`rent tune, One that they could croon, As only they can . . .
They only had the rhythm . . . so, They started swayin` 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, Singin` 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 ( whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill . . . ) Pushed it through a horn `till it was worn, Into a blue note . . . ( whippoorwill, whippoorwill, whippoorwill . . . )
An` then they nursed it, and rehearsed it, And gave out the news, That the "Southland" . . . Gave birth to the blues!
( Shout out the wonderful news! )
Oh, the breeze from the trees, A wail from the jail, A buzz from the cousin of a nightin`gale, And "Southland" ( hello, hello! ) Gave birth to the blues!
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