One Room Country Shack

Sittin' here, thousand miles from nowhere People, I'm in my one room country little shack I'm sittin' here, thousand miles from nowhere People, I'm in my own, own one room country little shack All my worries and companion Is a old, is a old eleven foot cotton sack I'm gonna leave, oh, early in the mornin' People, because I'm 'bout to go out of my mind I'm gonna leave you early in the mornin' People because, just because I'm 'bout to go out of my mind I'm gonna find me some kind of good woman Even if she's dumb, deaf, crippled or blind Play your piano [Incomprehensible] Yeah, yeah Lord, you make me feel so good this morning, do it again Have mercy, have mercy on me, have mercy on me Alright, yes, yes, yes, oh Lord, have mercy You don't know You don't know how, how I feel Lord, have mercy down in this cotton field You don't know People, people, you don't know how I feel Have mercy in this cotton field I know you're out there havin' a good time Why don't you, why don't you make connection with me And give me some good deal? Let me have a little bit of Otis Spann, please So many ways So many ways you can get the blues So many ways So, so many ways you can get the blues Yes, when you're down here on one of these cotton fields Lord, you ain't got nothing to lose