One Room Country Shack

I'm sitting here thousand miles from nowherepeople

I'm in one room little country shack

I'm sitting here thousand miles from nowherepeople

I'm right here in my one room country little shackall my worries and companionis a old ten foot cotton sack

I'm gonna leave early in the morningpeople because

I'm 'bout to go out of my mind

I'm gonna leave early in the morningcan you tell

I'm about to go out of my dog gone mind

I'm gonna find me some kind of good maneven if he's dumb, deaf, crippled or blindyou don't knowyou don't know how

I feelyou don't know, babe,you don't know how

I feelI know you're out there having a good timewhy don't you make a nice suggestioncut me some kind a good deal?so many waysso many way you can get the bluesso many ways, yeahso many way, so many ways you can get the bluesyeah, when down here on one of these cotton fields

Lord, you ain't got nothing to lose.