"I woke up this morning The was pouring out of me" Cent ces mots je les ai dits Ces mots que avaient ecrits De ma voix, de toute mon ame "With all the soul I can" Le blues comme on me l'a "I woke up this baby" Mais ce la, j'ai compris
"I up this morning baby The blues was out of me" A hundred times I said words Those words wrote all my voice, with all my soul "With all the that I can" The blues like I it "I woke up this baby" But that morning, I La aux longs champs de coton J'imaginais de mon Les coups, le sang, les temps J'avais mal en les yeux
The work in the cotton fields I was imagining in my The hits, the blood, the mud I was hurt while my eyes "His far away" J'ai des pardons, des prieres l'blues c'est pas des phrases en l'air
"His far away" I have forgives, I prayers But the blues isn't sentences you in the air "I woke up morning baby" Mais ce matin t'as vraiment Tu comprends du fond de ta Tous les blues sont ecrits toi
"I woke up morning baby" But this morning you're really You understand in your chest All the are written for you "Oh, oh I feel, the in me Nobody knows how I feel knows, nobody cares" Les mots te brulent un par un comme Comme s'ils enfin Ces blues les tiens
"Oh, oh I feel, the in me Nobody how I really feel knows, nobody cares" Words are burning your one by one if if they are finally yours Those blues yours De ma voix, toute mon ame, "with all the soul that I can" Le blues qu'on n'm'a jamais "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 taught "I woke up this morning, the was pouring out of me Nobody knows, sees"