There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, honey. There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, baby. There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field.
The birds are singing in your eyes today. Sweet flowers blossom in your smile. The wind and sun are in the words you say. Where might your lonesome lover be?.
There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, honey. There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field, baby. There's a black wind blowing in the cotton field.