7 Walkers King Cotton Blues
Got the king cotton blues, that I can't deny
I've always been in trouble, but, I never did know why
Some say it's my attitude, others said my luck
Those that said my just deserts can take a flying f..ck
Got the king cotton blues, right down to my core
I can take the licking, boys, stand up and ask for more
It ain't because of courage, on account of being brave
I never saw much reason to avoid an early grave
King cotton blues boys, be it understood
Shotgun is too merciful, hanging is too good
Drowning's too uncertain, poison is too slow
To snuff a worthless widow's son whose time has come to go
Got the king cotton blues, reason to complain
All the local prostitutes, spit upon my name
I take out my handkerchief, and dust that shit away
Revenge don't bring relief, boys, no matter what they say
Got the king cotton blues, price upon my head
A thousand bucks alive, and double if I'm dead
They don't want to have to feed me, they know my appetite
Let's head down to the bar afar, and pick another fight
Got the king cotton blues when shit hits the fan
No shame to duck, boys, any chance you can
Take your absolution, at the whorehouse down the block
For those who disavow you, can wind the devil's clock
Got the king cotton blues, every dog knows the tune
Every cat has a version, beneath the brightful moon
Take your revolution, and stick it upper class
Be kind to one another, and dip your lights when you pass
Got the king cotton blues, that's all I got to say
They done locked up the keys, and threw the house away
I'm just buying my time until they pop my red balloon
Feed me to the tigers, throw my leg across the moon
