Lyrics:

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
Its a long way down to the birth of the blues
I havent very far to fall since they were born
and came to haunt this singing fool since day one

Theres so many ways to sing the blues
Im not afraid, Im not afraid, not afraid
Im not afraid, Im 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 Im unafraid and so I am
Just a ghost that walks through the room
Ill blame it on the moonshine brew; whisky and wine
Like dust in my eyes making pats of kidney

Theres so many ways to sing the blues
Im not afraid, Im not afraid, not afraid
Im not afraid, Im not afraid, to let them break me

The cotton is high
The field is still full
The dust is drifting everywhere
No! Its happening again, the blues are shaking, waking me
Its a long way down to the birth of the blues
I havent very far to fall since they were born
And came to haunt this singing fool since day one

Theres so many ways to sing the blues
Im not afraid, Im not afraid, not afraid
Im not afraid, Im not afraid, to let them break me