Delta Spirits Moan

In the weight of the bone A cry softly spoken Hands calloused from plowing Hearts heavy with pain Blue notes rising like smoke in the rain Oh, the blues, my old companion Singing sorrow from the soul's deep canyon Hardship's shadow as ill as his fire Twelve bars of truth lifting me higher Blue notes bending, emotions unfolding In the heart of the South, a story retold Midnight trains hollering through the piney woods Lost loves and labor misunderstood Voices raw and ragged calling to the night Response from the shadows holding on tight From the levees to the crossroads the feeling takes hold A genre born of suffering turning lead into gold Oh, the blues, my old companion Singing sorrow from the soul's deep canyon Hardship's shadow as ill as his fire Twelve bars of truth lifting me higher Blue notes bending, emotions unfolding In the heart of the South, a story retold In the heart of the South, a story retold Guitar strings weep a moniker's sighs Bass thumping steady under weary eyes From the fields of the fallen to the city lights glow Electric dreams rising but the roots run deep and slow No chains can silence the sentiment plea Melancholy's melody setting the spirit free Generations echo in every bent chord Personal trials forever restored Sadness a lingering memory of the past Sadness a lingering memory of the past But the fight never fades Intimate confessions in the cool evening shades American roots, soulful and true The blues endures, pulling me through Oh, the blues, my old companion Singing sorrow from the soul's deep canyon Hardship's shadow as ill as his fire Twelve bars of truth lifting me higher Blue notes bending, emotions unfolding In the heart of the South, a story retold In the heart of the South, a story retold In the heart of the South a story retold A story retold A story retold A story retold A story retold A story retold A story retold A story retold A story retold