Thank you! Thank you! When the griot sings his perfect song I found the place where I belong What the griot sings I recognize That soulful tune that made me cry In a story born inside his song I finally found, I finally found Where the blues come from Where the blues come from His story came from a distant land And he moved and changed with the desert sand Upon the shores of hell his music froze Who came to be what we now know Where the blues come from Where the blues come from A wise old man he told me this When the pain you feel and the music kiss You melt it down into a devil's brew And 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 it's dark you know that you belong And you will know, you will know Where the blues come from Where the blues come from Where the blues come from . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .