Interpret:

Frank Sinatra

Album:

The Essential Frank Sinatra

These are the blues
Nothing but blues


Oh, they say some people long ago
Were searching for a diffrent tune
One that they could croon
As only they can


They only had the rhythm
They started swaying 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
Singing weird melodies
And they made that the start, 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
Way up on a hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn
Until it was worn
Into a blue note


And then they nursed it
They rehearsed it
And then sent out that news
That the Southland gave birth to the blues


They nursed it
And they rehearsed it
That the Southland they gave birth to the blues