Ain’t No Blues

I picked cotton in a 'leven foot sack
'n one place I've been I'll never be again
I made my home on the railroad track
There ain't no blame if my color is black

Ain't no use for a gun pickin' cotton
'n why do a 'leven foot sack mean war
And why can't the things back then be forgotten
Why can't yuh walk when you want to ride the rail when yer poor

It's cause if yer black, they can't see right thru yuh
But if yer white, you ain't got yourself, you got yer friend
'n if yer free you're like a babe in the woods
It's gettin' so thеre ain't no babe, therе ain't no rabbit
There ain't no friend
There ain't no blues gonna take my happiness away

If you be pickin' cotton in a 'leven foot sack
'n be in places of which I spoke
'n heard of horse trainin' with a whip and a rope
Then I'd say you're about to be broke
'Cause there ain't no blues gonna take my happiness away
Yesterday, tomorrow, or today