Delta Mud Heartache

Woke up this morning sun hid behind a cloud so gray Woke up this morning sun hid behind a cloud so gray My baby's gone forever left me in this lonesome fray River's running deep like the tears I can't hold back River's running deep like the tears I can't hold back Delta mud on my boots carrying all the weight I lack Oh, the blues come calling, whispering through the midnight wind Blues come calling pulling me where the broken hearts begin But I rise up singing let that resilient fire within Burn away the shadows till the hurt turns to a grin Work these fields from dawn till the stars begin to gleam Till the stars begin to gleam Hands calloused and bleeding, chasing some forgotten dream Train whistle blowing, calling me to leave It's time to leave, it's time to leave Leave it all behind Train whistle blowing, calling me to leave it all behind Pack my guitar in sorrow, see what fate I might find Oh, the blues come calling, whispering through the midnight wind Blues come calling pulling me where the broken hearts begin But I rise up singing let that resilient fire within Burn away the shadows till the hurt turns to a grin In the still of the night, my money cries out my pain Blue notes bending low, washing away the pouring rain From the South's old cotton rose to the city's neon glow This soul keeps on strumming, letting the hard times go Lost my home to the flood, watched it all wash downstream Lost my home to the flood watched it all wash downstream But in my voice I find the strength rebuilding what was torn at sea One day the sun break through, paint the sky in gold so true One day the sun break through, paint the sky in gold so true Till then I'll sing these blues, cause they've carried me on through Oh, the blues come calling, whispering through the midnight wind Blues come calling pulling me where the broken hearts begin to bleed But I rise up singing let that resilient fire within Burn away the shadows till the hurt turns to a grin Blues come calling, oh yeah, blues come calling Rise up singing, resilient fire within From the South's old cotton rose to the city's neon glow