Delta Mud Resilience

down in the delta where the river runs slow cotton fields whispering secrets chains on my body but my spirit's unchanged singing through the sorrow in the pouring rain blue notes bending like a willow in the wind heartaches my companion but i won't give in oh the blues they call my name from the mud and the flame resilient soul rising high through the tears i touch the sky bars of fire in my weary chest expressive cries put my pain to rest african roots in this american ground hardships heavy but the sound comes around harmonica wailing like a lonesome train guitar strings weeping washing away the pain from the sharecropper shack to the midnight out the motion flows free like a summer storm's power oh the blues they call my name from the mud and the flame resilient soul rising high through the tears i touch the sky bars of fire in my weary chest expressive cries put my pain to rest but in every bend and no laugh no silver liners in the shadow but in every bend and note i find my ways deep south echoes and my vocal plea turning broken dreams to melody oh the blues they call my name from the mud and the flame resilient soul rising high through the tears i touch the sky bars of fate into the night blues forever holding on tight from the mud and the flame resilient soul rising high through the tears i touch the sky bars of fate into the night blues forever holding on tight from the mud and the flame resilient soul rising high through the tears i touch the sky