"I up this morning baby The was pouring out of me" Cent ces mots je les ai dits Ces que d'autres avaient ecrits De ma voix, de toute mon ame "With all the that I can" Le blues comme on me l'a "I woke up this baby" Mais ce la, j'ai compris
"I woke up this morning The was pouring out of me" A times I said those words Those others wrote With all my voice, all my soul "With all the soul I can" The like I learned it "I woke up morning baby" But morning, I understood La peine aux champs de coton J'imaginais de mon Les coups, le sang, les boueux 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" des pardons, j'ai des prieres Mais c'est pas des phrases en l'air
"His far away" I have forgives, I have But the isn't sentences you throw in the air "I up this morning baby" ce matin t'as vraiment froid Tu du fond de ta poitrine Tous les blues ecrits pour toi
"I woke up morning baby" But morning you're really cold You understand deep in chest All the are written for you "Oh, oh I feel, the in me Nobody how I really feel knows, nobody cares" Les mots te un par un comme s'ils s'ils t'appartiennent enfin Ces blues les tiens
"Oh, oh I feel, the in me Nobody knows how I really Nobody knows, cares" Words are your one by one like if Like if are finally yours Those blues were De toute ma voix, toute mon ame, "with all the that I can" Le blues n'm'a jamais 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 up this morning, the blues was pouring out of me knows, nobody sees"