Lletres: Woody Guthrie. Black Wind Blowing.

Theres a black wind blowing in the cotton field
Honey
Theres a black wind blowing in the cotton field
Baby
Theres a black wind blowing in the cotton field
And O' how funny it makes me feel,
Baby, sweet thing, darling

There's a long black cloud a hanging in the sky
Honey
There's a long black cloud a hanging in the sky
Baby
There's a long black cloud a hanging in the sky
Weathers gonna break and hells gonna fly
Baby, sweet thing, darling

Cotton's pretty thin yonder on the hill
Honey
Cotton's pretty thin yonder on the hill
Baby
Cotton's pretty thin yonder on the hill
Won't clear a greenback dollar bill
Baby, sweet thing, darling

Work shade and back to the buzzard wing
Honey
Work shade and back to the buzzard wing
Baby
Work shade and back to the buzzard wing
Clouds are gonna bust and cry down rain
Baby, sweet thing, darling