The cotton is high   The field is still full   The dust is drifting everywhere   A harvest moon comes up in the sky   The blues to shake me, wake me   It’s a long way down to the birth of the blues   I haven’t very far to fall since they were born   and came to haunt this singing fool since day one      There’s so many ways to sing the blues   I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, not afraid   I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, to let them break me      A harvest moon comes up in the sky   The cotton chokes me, makes me dry   I know that I’m unafraid and so I am   Just a ghost that walks through the room   I’ll blame it on the moonshine brew; whisky and wine   Like dust in my eyes making pats of kidney      There’s so many ways to sing the blues   I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, not afraid   I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, to let them break me      The cotton is high   The field is still full   The dust is drifting everywhere   No! It’s happening again, the blues are shaking, waking me   It’s a long way down to the birth of the blues   I haven’t very far to fall since they were born   And came to haunt this singing fool since day one      There’s so many ways to sing the blues   I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, not afraid   I’m not afraid, I’m not afraid, to let them break me      Vearncombe/Dave Dickie