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The cotton is high The field is still full The dust is drifting everywhere A harvest moon comes up in the sky The blues to shake me, wake me It's a long way down to the birth of the blues I haven't very far to fall since they were born and came to haunt this singing fool since day one There's so many ways to sing the blues I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, not afraid I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, to let them break me A harvest moon comes up in the sky The cotton chokes me, makes me dry I know that I'm unafraid and so I am Just a ghost that walks through the room I'll blame it on the moonshine brew; whisky and wine Like dust in my eyes making pats of kidney There's so many ways to sing the blues I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, not afraid I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, to let them break me The cotton is high The field is still full Letras de cancionesThe dust is drifting everywhere No! It's happening again, the blues are shaking, waking me It's a long way down to the birth of the blues I haven't very far to fall since they were born And came to haunt this singing fool since day one There's so many ways to sing the blues I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, not afraid I'm not afraid, I'm not afraid, to let them break me From Letras Mania