"I woke up this morning baby,
The blues was pouring out of me"
A hundred times I said those words
Those words others wrote

With all my voice, with all my soul
"With all the soul that I can"
The blues like I learned it
"I woke up this morning baby"
But that morning, I understood.

The hard work in the cotton fields
I was imagining in my cocoon
The hits, the blood, the mud weather
I was hurt while closing my eyes

"His baby´s far away"
I have forgives, I have prayers
But the blues isn´t sentences you throw in the air

"I woke up this morning baby"
But this morning you´re really cold

You understand deep in your chest
All the blues are written for you

"Oh, oh I feel, the blues in me
Nobody knows how I really feel
Nobody knows, nobody cares"
Words are burning your one by one like if
Like if they are finally yours
Those blues were yours

With all my voice, all my soul, "with all the soul that I can"
The blues I was never taught
"I woke up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me
Nobody knows, nobody sees"