"I up this morning baby The blues was out of me" Cent ces mots je les ai dits Ces que d'autres avaient ecrits De toute ma voix, de mon ame "With all the soul I can" Le blues on me l'a appris "I woke up this baby" Mais ce matin la, compris
"I up this morning baby The blues was out of me" A hundred times I said those Those others wrote all my voice, with all my soul "With all the soul I can" The like I learned it "I up this morning baby" But that morning, I La peine aux longs champs de de mon cocon Les coups, le sang, les temps mal en fermant les yeux
The hard in the cotton fields I was in my cocoon The hits, the blood, the mud I was hurt closing my eyes "His far away" J'ai des pardons, j'ai des Mais l'blues c'est pas des en l'air
"His far away" I have forgives, I have But the blues sentences you throw in the air "I woke up this baby" Mais ce matin t'as vraiment Tu comprends du de ta poitrine Tous les sont ecrits pour toi
"I woke up morning baby" But this morning really cold You understand deep in chest All the are written for you "Oh, oh I feel, the in me knows how I really feel Nobody knows, cares" Les mots te brulent un par un comme Comme s'ils t'appartiennent Ces blues etaient les
"Oh, oh I feel, the in me knows how I really feel Nobody knows, cares" Words are burning one by one like if if they are finally yours Those blues yours De toute ma voix, toute mon ame, "with all the that I can" Le blues qu'on jamais appris "I up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me knows, nobody sees" With all my voice, all my soul, "with all the that I can" The blues I was never "I woke up morning, the blues was pouring out of me Nobody knows, sees"