Resilient River Moan

Thank you for listening. In the sky, delta mud clinging to my weary feet, can't even sigh. Boss man's whip cracking like thunder in the rain but my soul's still singing breaking these chains. Oh, the blues, they call me home through the heartache and the storm. Resilient river running, deep keeping my spirit warm. From the cotton fields to the midnight train I bend but I don't break rising through the pain. I lost my baby to the fever, left me cold and alone. Monica wailing against the wind, chilling to the bone. Sheepcroft was dead piling higher than every wall but I picked that guitar and let the blue notes answer the call. The blues, they call me home through the heartache and the storm. Resilient river running, deep keeping my spirit warm. From the cotton fields to the midnight train, I bend. But I don't break, rising through the pain. Ain't no easy road for Mississippis on the ground. Ghosts of the old ways whispering all around. But in every bend old every tear-stained line I find my fire turn water into wine. Years carve lines like roots in the red clay. Earth fought the flood and the fire. Proved my worth. Now the young ones listen to my lonesome tune. Passing down the story beneath the harvest moon. Oh, the blues, they call me home through the heartache and the storm. Resilient river running, deep keeping my spirit warm. From the cotton fields to the midnight train, I bend. But I don't break, rising through the pain. Resilient river running, deep keeping my spirit warm. Oh, the blues, they call me home through the heartache and the storm. Oh, the blues, they call me home through the heartache and the storm.