"I woke up this 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 that I can" Le blues on me l'a appris "I up this morning baby" Mais ce matin la, compris
"I woke up this baby The was pouring out of me" A hundred times I said those Those words wrote all my voice, with all my soul "With all the that I can" The like I learned it "I woke up this baby" But morning, I understood La aux longs champs de coton J'imaginais de mon Les coups, le sang, les temps mal en fermant 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 forgives, I have prayers But the isn't sentences you throw in the air "I woke up this baby" Mais ce matin t'as froid Tu du fond de ta poitrine Tous les blues ecrits pour toi
"I up this morning baby" But morning you're really cold You understand in your chest All the blues are for you "Oh, oh I feel, the in me Nobody how I really feel knows, nobody cares" Les mots te brulent un par un comme s'ils t'appartiennent enfin Ces blues les tiens
"Oh, oh I feel, the in me Nobody how I really feel Nobody knows, cares" are burning your one by one like if Like if they are finally blues were yours De ma voix, toute mon ame, "with all the soul that I can" Le blues qu'on n'm'a appris "I woke up this morning, the blues was out of me knows, nobody sees" With all my voice, all my soul, "with all the soul I can" The blues I was never "I woke up morning, the blues was pouring out of me Nobody knows, sees"