One Room Country Shack

I'm sitting here thousand miles from nowhere People I'm in one room little country shack I'm sitting here thousand miles from nowhere People I'm right here in my one room country little shack All my worries and companion Is a old ten foot cotton sack I'm gonna leave early in the morning People because I'm 'bout to go out of my mind I'm gonna leave early in the morning Can you tell I'm about to go out of my dog gone mind I'm gonna find me some kind of good man Even if he's dumb, deaf, crippled or blind You don't know You don't know how I feel You don't know, babe, You don't know how I feel I know you're out there having a good time Why don't you make a nice suggestion Cut me some kind a good deal? So many ways So many way you can get the blues So many ways, yeah So many way, so many ways you can get the blues Yeah, when down here on one of these cotton fields Lord, you ain't got nothing to lose.