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