Woke up this morning
2 o´clock in the afternoon
Couldn´t find no sleep last night
But I´m trying to feel allright
My brain is ringin´with any ole chords
I sing Hallelujah and I praise the Lords!
It keeps on burnin burnin
It keeps on burnin burnin
It keeps on burnin my brain…
Red is the colour of my dancing shoes
Black Cotton and I feel the blues
White is my shirt, but it´s no use
I wear Black Cotton when I sing the blues
Went to bed that evening
4 o´clock in the morning light
Tossin´and turnin´ deep in my dreams
Was haunted by spirits till I gave up the fight
They keep on burnin burnin
They keep on burnin burnin
They keep on burnin my skin – it´s a sin!
Red is the colour of my dancing shoes
Black Cotton and I feel the blues
White is my shirt, but it´s no use
I wear Black Cotton when I sing the blues
Black Cotton when I sing the blues

I was riding a horse with no name
Played the wrong chips – in the wrong game
Only looking for some peace of mind
I keep on searching cause it´s so hard to find
Red is the colour of my dancing shoes
Black Cotton and I feel the blues
White is my shirt, but it´s no use
I wear Black Cotton when I sing the blues
Ooh, Black Cootton
Ooh, Black Cootton, when I sang the Blues
Red, red, red, that’s the colour of my dancing shoes
Black Cotton and I feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, feel, but it’s no use
I wear Black Cotton when I sing the blues