Song Lyrics
it keeps on burning my brain
they keep on burning
Four o clock in the morning light, it keeps on burning my brain, they keep on burning
but its no use
Ooh black cotton, i wear black cotton when i sing the blues, couldnt find no sleep last night
red is the color of my dancing shoes
i wear black cotton when i feel the blues
They keep on burning, i wear black cotton when i sing the blues, thats the color of my dancing shoes
Red is the color of my dancin shoes, woke up this mornin Tape, black cotton and i feel the blues
They keep on burning, ooh black cotton, black cotton and i feel the blues
i sing hallelijah and i praise the lord
ooh black cotton
i wear black cotton when i sing the blues
Black cotton and i feel the blues, they keep on burning
Couldnt find no sleep last night, i wear black cotton when i sing the blues
it keeps on burning
Black cotton and i feel the blues, i wear black cotton when i sing the blues, black cotton and i feel the blues
Ooh black cotton, black cotton and i feel the blues
But its no use, white is my shirt but its no use
i was ridin a horse with no name ho ho ho
black cotton and i feel the blues
it keeps on burning
red is the color of my dancin shoes
White is my shirt but its no use, ooh black cotton
White is my shirt but its no use, but its no use Tape, red is the color of my dancing shoes
it keeps on burning
Ooh black cotton, they keep on burning Blues, red is the color of my dancin shoes
went to bed that evning
White is my shirt but its no use, to a clock in the afternoon, couldnt find no sleep last night
I wear black cotton when i sing the blues, i wear black cotton when i sing the blues Blues, white is my shirt but its no use
I only lookin for some peace of mind, red is the color of my daning shoes
i wear black cotton when i sing the blues
I wear black cotton when i sing the blues, black cotton
went to bed that evning
Was haunted by spirits till i gave up the fight, thats the color of my dancing shoes Cotton, to a clock in the afternoon
Red is the color of my dancin shoes, black cotton and i feel the blues, to a clock in the afternoon
It keeps on burning, red is the color of my dancin shoes
Ooh black cotton, must ben it s a sin
I was ridin a horse with no name ho ho ho, went to bed that evning
