The Birth of the Blues

[Part 1: Spoken Intro / Hallelujah]

[Intro: Norman Long, Turner Layton, Clarence Johnstone]
Oh my heck, it's Layton and Johnstone turned up. For the love of Mike, don't tell me you've come to the chord
We most certainly have, this is how it's been arranged for us
Well, I knew nothing about it
Still, carry on boys, as quick as you can
Well, Turner, what shall we record?
Oh, I don't know, Tandy
What about Hallelujah?
Let's go!

[Verse 1]
Sing, "Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
And you shoo the blues away
When cares pursue ya, "Hallelujah"
Gets you through that darkest day

[Verse 2]
Satan lies a-waitin'
And creating skies of gray
Sing, "Hallelujah, Hallelujah"
Gets you through the darkest day

[Outro]
Hallelujah, Hallеlujah, Hallelujah
Hallelujah!

[Part 2: The Birth of the Blues]

[Verse]
Oh, they say that doctors long ago
Wеre searching for a different tune
One that they could croon, as only they can
They only had the rhythm, so
They started swaying to and fro
They didn't know just what to use
That is how the blues really began

[Chorus]
They heard the breeze in the trees singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues
And from a jail came the wail of a downhearted frail
And they played that as part of the blues
From a whippoorwill out on the hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn 'til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it, and gave out the news
That the Southland gave birth to the blues!

[Chorus]
They heard the breeze in the trees singing weird melodies
And they made that the start of the blues
And from a jail came the wail of a downhearted frail
And they played that as part of the blues
From a whippoorwill out on the hill
They took a new note
Pushed it through a horn 'til it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it, rehearsed it, and gave out the news
That the Southland gave birth to the blues!