The cotton is high

The field is still full

The dust is drifting everywhere

A harvest moon comes up in the sky

The blues to shake me, wake me

It’s a long way down to the birth of the blues

I haven’t very far to fall since they were born

and came to haunt this singing fool since day one


There’s so many ways to sing the blues

I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, not afraid

I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, to let them break me


A harvest moon comes up in the sky

The cotton chokes me, makes me dry

I know that I’m unafraid and so I am

Just a ghost that walks through the room

I’ll blame it on the moonshine brew; whisky and wine

Like dust in my eyes making pats of kidney


There’s so many ways to sing the blues

I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, not afraid

I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, to let them break me


The cotton is high

The field is still full

The dust is drifting everywhere

No! It’s happening again, the blues are shaking, waking me

It’s a long way down to the birth of the blues

I haven’t very far to fall since they were born

And came to haunt this singing fool since day one


There’s so many ways to sing the blues

I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, not afraid

I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, to let them break me


Vearncombe/Dave Dickie