Ain't No Blues

I picked cotton in a 'leven foot sack
'n one place I’ve been I’ll never be again
I made my home on the railroad track
There ain’t no blame if my color is black
Ain’t no use for a gun pickin' cotton
'n why do a 'leven foot sack mean war
Why can’t yuh walk when you want
You ride the rail when yer poor
It’s cause if yer black, they can’t see right thru yuh
But if yer white, you ain’t got yourself you got yer friend
'n if yer free you’re like a babe in the woods
It’s gettin' so there ain’t no babe, ain’t no rabbit
Ther ain’t no friend
There ain’t no blus gonna take my happiness away
If you be pickin' cotton in a 'leven foot sack
'n be in places of which i spoke
'n heard of horse trainin' with a whip and a rope
Then I’d say you’re about to be broke
Cause there ain’t no blues gonna take my happiness away
Yesterday tomorrow or today