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