Delta Cotton Shadows

down in the delta where the cotton fields sway rivers run moody carrying the pain away born from the chains in the dead of the night voices rising low chasing shadows from sight hardships my companion resilience my flame blue notes bending calling out my name oh they're the blues they whisper through the pines bars of sorrow turning tears into lines from the south's deep heart where the soul learns to cry expressive and raw we reach for the sky blues oh blues you're the fire in my vein hard times and hope in your endless refrain harmonica wailing like a lonesome train guitar strings weeping in the pouring rain african roots twisting through american soil personal stories boiling like hot oil emotions the river flooding every word resilient spirits though the world's absurd oh they're the blues they whisper through the pines bars of sorrow turning tears into lines from the south's deep heart where the soul learns to cry expressive and raw we reach for the sky blues oh blues you're the fire in my vein hard times and hope in your endless refrain call and respond oh they're the blues they whisper through the pines bars of sorrow turning tears into lines from the south's deep heart where the soul learns to cry expressive and raw we reach for the sky blues oh blues you're the blues they whisper through the pines bars of sorrow turning tears into lines from the south's deep heart where the soul learns to cry expressive and raw we reach for the sky echo in the dark blue notes sliding leaving their mark from late night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night no fancy thrones just a raw soulful fight melancholies embrace holding wrong from right echo in the dark blue notes sliding leaving their mark from late night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night no fancy thrones just a raw soulful fight melancholies embrace holding wrong from right echo in the dark blue notes sliding leaving their mark from late night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night no fancy thrones just a raw soulful fight melancholies embrace holding wrong from right echo in the dark blue notes sliding leaving their mark from late night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night no fancy thrones just a raw soulful fight melancholies embrace holding wrong from late night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night no fancy thrones just a raw soulful fight melancholies embrace holding wrong from late night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night no fancy thrones just a raw soulful fight melancholies embrace holding wrong from late night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night shadows to electric light intimate confessions in the dead of the night shadows to electric light intimate