Текст песни Birth of the Blues - Jr. , Sammy Davis
                                                Oh,... 
                                                they 
                                                say 
                                                my 
                                                people 
                                                long 
                                                ago.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                lookin' 
                                                for 
                                                    a 
                                                different 
                                                tune.
 
                                    
                                
                                                One 
                                                that 
                                                we 
                                                can 
                                                croon
 
                                    
                                
                                                As 
                                                only 
                                                we 
                                                can.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                only 
                                                had 
                                                the 
                                                rhythm.
 
                                    
                                
                                                So, 
                                                we 
                                                started 
                                                swingin' 
                                                to 
                                                and 
                                                fro.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                didn't 
                                                know 
                                                just 
                                                what 
                                                to 
                                                use.
 
                                    
                                
                                                But 
                                                this 
                                                is 
                                                how 
                                                the 
                                                blues.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    I 
                                                said 
                                                the 
                                                blues 
                                                really 
                                                began.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Ohhh 
                                                yeah.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We.heard... 
                                                the 
                                                breeze.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Through 
                                                the 
                                                trees.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Singing 
                                                weird 
                                                melodies.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                named 
                                                that 
                                                the 
                                                start 
                                                of 
                                                the 
                                                blues.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Then 
                                                from 
                                                    a 
                                                jail.
 
                                    
                                
                                                There 
                                                came 
                                                    a 
                                                whale.
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                    a 
                                                down-hearted 
                                                frail.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                played 
                                                that.
 
                                    
                                
                                                To 
                                                be 
                                                    a 
                                                part 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                blues.
 
                                    
                                
                                                From 
                                                    a 
                                                whippoorwill
 
                                    
                                
                                                High 
                                                on 
                                                    a 
                                                hill.
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                took 
                                                    a 
                                                new 
                                                note.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pushed 
                                                it 
                                                through 
                                                    a 
                                                horn.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Till 
                                                it 
                                                was 
                                                worn 
                                                into 
                                                    a 
                                                blue 
                                                note.
 
                                    
                                
                                                You 
                                                better 
                                                believed 
                                                me 
                                                we 
                                                nursed 
                                                it.
 
                                    
                                
                                                And 
                                                we 
                                                rehearsed 
                                                it.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Than 
                                                we 
                                                gave 
                                                out 
                                                the 
                                                news.
 
                                    
                                
                                                That 
                                                the 
                                                South 
                                                Land, 
                                                gave 
                                                birth 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                Blues.
 
                                    
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