Tom: C
A7
Ab7
G7
C
Dm7
G7
C
E7
F
D7
They heard the breeze in the trees, singing weird melodies.
G7
C
Ab7
G7
And they made that, the start of the blues
G7
F#7
F7
C
Dm7
G7
C
E7
F
And from a jail came the wail of a downhearted frail.
D7
G7
C
Fm
C
And they played that as part of the blues.
C
E7
From a whippoorwill, out on a hill they took a new note.
A7
Am7
D7
G7
Pushed it through a horn till it was born into a blue note.
G7
F#7
F7
C
Am
Dm
G7
C
E7
F
E7
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it and gave out the news.
G7
C
F
C
That the Southland, gave birth to the blues.
C
E7
From a whippoorwill, out on a hill they took a new note.
A7
Am7
D7
G7
Pushed it through a horn till it was born into a blue note.
F#7
F7
C
Am
Dm
G7
C
E7
F
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it and gave out the news.
G7
C
B
Bb
A7
That the Southland, gave birth to the blues.
D7
G7
C
C7
F
Fm
C
G
That the Southland, gave birth to the blues.