Echoes from Cotton Chains

Down in the Delta, where the cotton fields sway, Rivers run muddy, carryin' the pain away. Born from the chains, in the dead of the night, A cry from the soul, reachin' for the light. Workin' hands blistered, heart heavy with load, Singin' through the sorrow on that lonesome road.

Oh, Blues, you old river, flowin' deep and true, Whisperin' of hardship, what a body goes through. Blue notes bendin', like a broken man's plea, Resilience risin', settin' the spirit free. From the Deep South's fire, you rise up so strong, In every pained holler, you sing our song.

Harmonica wailin', guitar strings that weep, Voices callin' back, in the shadows they keep. Twelve bars of thunder, rollin' like the storm, Echoes of ancestors, keepin' the fire warm. Lost loves and leavin's, the bottle and the blade, But in your raw emotion, the wounds start to fade.

Oh, Blues, you old river, flowin' deep and true, Whisperin' of hardship, what a body goes through. Blue notes bendin', like a broken man's plea, Resilience risin', settin' the spirit free. From the Deep South's fire, you rise up so strong, In every pained holler, you sing our song.

Ain't no fancy palace, just a ramshackle shack, Where the heart learns to howl and the soul fights back. Through the electric nights of Chicago's cold wind, You carry the story, where the broken begin. No end to the journey, just the bend in the line, Blues, you're the healer in these hard times.

Generations gather 'round that old wooden porch, Strummin' the truth, no need for a torch. From field hollers risin' to the city's bright glare, You hold all the secrets, laid barren and bare. In the bend of a note, find the will to endure, Blues, you're the heartbeat, forever pure.

Oh, Blues, you old river, flowin' deep and true, Whisperin' of hardship, what a body goes through. Blue notes bendin', like a broken man's plea, Resilience risin', settin' the spirit free. From the Deep South's fire, you rise up so strong, In every pained holler... you sing our song.