Текст песни Black Cotton Blues - Tape Five

Hey.
Woke up this mornin'
To a clock in the afternoon.
Couldnt find no sleep last night,
But im tryin' to feel alright.
My brain is ringin' with the any old chords,
I sing hallelijah and I praise the lord.

It keeps on burning,
It keeps on burning,
It keeps on burning my brain.

Red is the color of my dancin' shoes,
Black cotton and I feel the blues.
White is my shirt but its no use,
I wear black cotton when i sing the blues.

Went to bed that evning,
Four o'clock in the morning light.
Rossin' and turnin deep in my dreams,
Was haunted by spirits till' i gave up the fight.

They keep on burning
They keep on burning
They keep on burning, must ben it's a sin.

Red is the color of my daning shoes,
Black cotton and I feel the blues.
White is my shirt but its no use
I wear black cotton when I feel the blues.
Ooh black cotton, when I sing the blues

(Music)

I was ridin a horse with no name (ho ho ho)
Played the wrong chips, in the wrong game.
I only lookin for some peace of mind
I keep on searching cause' its so hard to find.

Red is the color of my dancing shoes,
Black cotton and i feel the blues.
White is my shirt but its no use,
I wear black cotton when i sing the blues.
Ooh black cotton
Oooooo
Ooh black cotton
When i sing the blues

Red, thats the color of my dancing shoes
Black cotton, and I
Feel
Feel
Feel
Feel
Feel
Feel
But its no use,
I wear black cotton when i sing the blues.