Delta Mud Serenade

Down in the Delta, where the cotton fields sway Chains on my body, but my spirit won't break Mississippi mud sticks to my weary feet Singing my sorrow to the river's slow beat Working from sunrise till the stars claim the sky Heart full of fire, but the world's telling lies Blue notes are calling from the pain that I know In the hush of the night, let my true story flow Oh, the blues, they rise like a lonesome train From the souls of the South through the pouring rain Hardship and heartache, resilience in my veins Singing for freedom, breaking these chains Blue notes bending, twelve bars of truth Echoes of ancestors in the fire of youth Twelfric in rhythm, mixed with the whip's cruel sting Harmonica wailing like a freedom bell ring Guitar strings weeping for the ones left behind Voices called out, leaving nothing confined From the juke joints hidden to the crossroads at dawn We weave our emotions till the hurt is gone Resilient and raw, in the raw of the land Blues is our language with an outstretched hand Oh, the blues, they rise like a lonesome train From the souls of the South through the pouring rain Hardship and heartache, resilience in my veins Singing for freedom, breaking these chains Blue notes bending, twelve bars of truth Echoes of ancestors in the fire of youth Now the world's listening to this intimate Cry, melancholy and strong under the wide open sky From the deep South's shadows a genre is born Expressive and soulful through the storm and the thorn No more silent suffering, let the blue notes ring In every bar of twelve our spirits take weight In every bar of twelve our spirits take weight