Delta Moan and Iron Bind

Down in the delta, where the river runs slow Fields heavy with sorrow, under that burning sun's glow Folks pick cotton by day, sang their pain through the night Hearts full of fire but chained to the fight Oh the blues they come calling like a midnight train Blue notes bending, washing away the rain From the mud and the struggle, resilience takes hold Singing our story, turning lead into gold Harmonica wailing, guitar strings cry out Voices rising in call, and the response rings about Twelve bars of heartache, lay bare in the dark Echoes of ancestors leaving their mark Oh the blues they come calling like a midnight train Blue notes bending, washing away the rain From the mud and the struggle, resilience takes hold Singing our story, turning lead into gold Harmonica wailing, guitar strings cry out Voices rising in call and the response rings about We found our own rhythm in the pouring down pains Not just lamenting, but rising up strong Blues is the soul where the broken belong From the south's deep shadows to the city lights hung It carried our spirit beat like a drum Expressive and raw, in every bent note we pulled Hardship and hope, forever more Oh the blues, they come calling, like a midnight train Blue notes bending, washing away the rain From the mud and the struggle, resilience takes hold Singing our story turning lead into gold Oh the blues they come calling like a midnight train