From the recording Die Another Day

Lyrics

I was raised a sharecroppers son,
In a shotgun shack on Hwy 61,
Bustin sod with a four mule team,
praying to the lord as you planting your seeds,
pickin that cotton til the day is done,
Let me tell you where the blues come from,
On the porch of that shotgun shack,
we got music up front, and cooking out back,
People would come from miles around,
Just to listen to The Chitlins as the sun went down,
Shuckin and jivin til the police come,
Let me tell you where the blues come from,
It's the way I was raised, like it our not,
Not the life I chose but the life I got,
That's how deep, my blood runs,
Let me tell you where the blues come from,
That's how we lived back in the day,
We didn't take it hard it was already that way,
We rose up in the morning and went down at dusk,
We worked hard for a dollar and in god We'd trust,
Workin and playin is how we got it done,
Let me tell you where the blues come from.