Pick a bale of cotton

Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day.
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale of cotton
Jump down, turn around to pick a bale a day.

Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,
Pick a bale a day.
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,
Pick a bale a day.

Me and my gal can pick a bale of cotton,
Me and my gal can pick a bale a day.
Me and my wife can pick a bale of cotton,
Me and my wife can pick a bale a day.

Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,
Pick a bale a day.
Oh Lordy, pick a bale of cotton, oh Lordy,
Pick a bale a day.

Me and my friend can pick a bale of cotton
Me and my friend can pick a bale a day.
Me and my papa can pick a bale of cotton
Me and my papa can pick a bale a day.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=iNpy6NoFFsk

Ten utwór zdecydowanie podkreśla mój nastrój jaki mam przez ostatni czas.

Nikomu się nie chce, a zapindalać trzeba.

I tak jak kolega na zdjęciu, po prostu zapadłem w sen zimowy.

Cóż, pogoda z czasem się poprawi a słońce jeszcze nie raz zaświeci i przygrzeje,

może wtedy się obudzę.

"Blues is easy to play, but hard to feel"