What Kind Of Blues
(© by Ko-Do 2015)



She never picked cotton
And never was a slave
Ain't got no 44
To send a man to his grave
Ain't got no mojo, no black dog or such things
Now tell me what kind of blues
Shall that white woman sing ?

Oh yeah, there's a crossroad
On her way to the mall
And even hoodoo-like symbols
That are sprayed on a wall
But she ain't got no mojo, no black dog or such things
Now tell me what kind of blues
Shall that white woman sing ?

Not even her man
is mean as can be
he's as nice as he can
and so lovely is he
he buys her flowers and clothes and a diamond ring
Now tell me what kind of blues
Shall that white woman sing ?