Washed in Grace's Eternal Light

Down in the delta where the cotton fields cry Mississippi mud holds the weight of goodbye Chains of the past in the midnight air Voices rise up from the heartache we bear Working hands callous souls heavy with pain But in that raw will we break free from the chain Oh, the blues, my old friend, you sing through the storm Blue notes bending like a river that's worn Twelve bars of fire, resilient and true From the deep south shadows we rise, me and you Hardships echo in every bent string But we keep on singing, let the healing begin Healing begin Harmonica howling like a lonesome train Guitar weeping secrets in the pouring rain Expressive and deep from the heart's hidden will African roots in the stories we tell Emotions, a river that carves through the storm In the call and response, we ain't walking alone From the fields to the city, lights electric and wild Chicago nights where the lost child is crying Found no fancy thrones, just the truth and the grind Bass thumping steady, drums keeping time Melancholy fire, intermittent roar The blues is our armor in the face of the floor Oh, the blues, my old friend, you sing through the storm Blue notes bending like a river that's worn Twelve bars of fire, resilient and true From the deep south shadows we rise, me and you Hardships echo in every bent string But we keep on singing, let the healing begin Healing begin Late 19th whispers still echo today Soulful and American, lighting the way In every hardship, resilience we find The blues eternal forever Forever entwined The blues, the blues, the blues, the blues The blues, the blues, the blues, the blues The blues, the blues, the blues, the blues The blues, the blues, the blues, the blues The blues, the blues, the blues, the blues The blues, the blues, the blues, the blues The blues, the blues, the blues, the blues, the blues