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Home of The Blues
They heard the breeze in oak trees
Making weird melodies
And they saw that as start of The Blues
From Parish Jail they heard the wail
Of a down-hearted frail
And heard that as a part of The Blues
From a whipporwill on Monkey Hill
They heard a new note
They pushed it through a horn
Until it was worn
Into a blue note
And then they nursed it...they rehearsed it
And then they gave out the news
That New Orleans is home of The Blues
(Sung to melody of "Birth of The Blues)
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