Have mercy in this cotton field
Play your piano [Incomprehensible]
I'm sittin' here, thousand miles from nowhere
So many ways
So many ways you can get the blues
Have mercy, have mercy on me, have mercy on me
Even if she's dumb, deaf, crippled or blind
People, because I'm 'bout to go out of my mind
I know you're out there havin' a good time
People because, just because I'm 'bout to go out of my mind
And give me some good deal?
Yeah, yeah
So many ways
Lord, have mercy down in this cotton field
You don't know
I'm gonna leave you early in the mornin'
You don't know
Why don't you, why don't you make connection with me
Yes, when you're down here on one of these cotton fields
I'm gonna leave, oh, early in the mornin'
Let me have a little bit of Otis Spann, please
People, I'm in my own, own one room country little shack
You don't know how, how I feel
I'm gonna find me some kind of good woman
All my worries and companion
People, people, you don't know how I feel
Lord, you make me feel so good this morning, do it again
So, so many ways you can get the blues
Is a old, is a old eleven foot cotton sack
Alright, yes, yes, yes, oh Lord, have mercy
