Delta Soul Inferno

down in the delta where the cotton fields sway rivers run muddy carrying the pain away born from the change in the heat of the night voices rising low chasing shadows from the light hardship carved deep in every weary line but the soul keeps burning like a bottle of wine all the blues they call my name twelve bars of fire bending blue notes in the flame from the deep south's heart where the resilient stand tall expressing the hurt through the rise and the fall hear the blues they heal what the world tears apart singing a sorrow with a beat from the heart monica whelan guitar strings cry out echoes of ancestors what it's all about personal trials wrapped in emotion so raw resilience and the rhythm defying the law late night confessions under lonesome moon african roots twisting an american tune oh the blues they call my name twelve bars of fire bending blue notes in the flame from the deep south's heart where the resilient stand tall expressing the hurt through the rise and the fall hear the blues they heal what the world tears apart singing a sorrow with a beat from the heart no fancy lights just the truth in the dark vocals like thunder striking home to the mob from the fields to the fields to the cities the story unfolds a genre eternal worth more than gold bend those notes low let the spirit ignite in the blues we find strength in the dead of the night generations whisper through the bass and the drum intimate whispers where the healing's begun melancholy mornings turn to resilient days the blues ain't just music it's the souls and this praise oh the blues they call my name twelve bars of fire bending blue notes in the flame from the deep south's heart where the resilient stand tall expressing the hurt through the rise and the fall hear the blues singing a sorrow with a beat melancholy melancholy