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.

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