paroles de chanson Birth of the Blues - Perry Como

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!