Where the Blues Come From

When a griot sings his perfect song

I found the place where I belong

What the griot sings I recognise

That soulful tune that made me cry

The story born inside his song

I finally found

Where the blues came from

His music came from a distant land

It moved and changed

With the desert sand

Upon the shores of hell his music froze

And came to be what we all now know

Where the blues come from

A wise old man he told me this

Where the pain you feel

And the music kiss

Melted down into a devil’s brew

The sadness came and she turned it blue

When you’re lonely

You will know this song

When it hurts so deep

And stays so long

Though its dark you know

Where you belong

Then you will know

Where the blues come from