Flicker Vultures

Down in the delta where the river runs slow Cotton fields whispering secrets of woe Chains on my body but my spirit breaks free In the midnight hour that's where the blues found me Working the levee from dawn till the dark Heart heavy with sorrow leaving its mark But I picked up that guitar let the blue nose cry out Turning my pain into a resilient shout Oh, the blues, it's the soul of the south Born from the fire, rises in from the mouth Expressive and raw Through the hardship we sing Resilience in every blue note that rings Twelve bars of truth calling back to the pain African roots in this American rain We bend but we don't break and the melodies hold The blues is our story forever retold Honoka wailing like a lonesome train Vocals bending low Washing away the stain From the juke joints humming under lantern light To the streets of Chicago taking flight in the night Personal trials wrapped in every chord Emotion pouring out, never ignored Blue nose dancing on the edge of despair But in that twelve bar swing hope's waiting there Oh, the blues, it's the soul of the south Born from the fire, rising from the mouth Expressive and raw Through the hardship we sing Resilience in every blue note that rings Twelve bars of truth calling back to the pain African roots in this American rain We bend but we don't break and the melodies hold The blues is our story forever retold From the cradle of stroke, the genre takes wing Deep South's heartbeat in the songs that we bring No fancy illusions, just truth in the groove Guitar strings weeping making the spirit move We carry the weight turn tears into tune And the blues we find light meet the weight of the moon Generations echoing, the bass drums thrum Drums keep the rhythm where the healing comes Intimate whispers of love lost and found Melancholy shadows dancing around It's the raw edge of living, the intimate plea From the fields to the world, setting new and refreshed Free and everything old our ancestors call The blues stands tall through the rise and the fall Oh, the blues is the soul of the south Born from the fire, rising from the mouth Expressive and raw Through the hardship we sing Resilience in every blue note that rings