Lonesome Whiskey Shadows
Midnight Whiskey Crowe
Blues
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This track captures the raw essence of Delta Blues with a gritty acoustic guitar leading the 12-bar progression, accompanied by soulful harmonica wails and sparse, thumping bass that evokes a late-night porch session in the Deep South. Emotive male vocals bend blue notes to convey heartbreak and quiet hope, delivered with unpolished grit and minimal reverb for an intimate, live feel. The call-and-response elements between voice and guitar build a resilient undercurrent amid the melancholy, fading into a sparse bridge that hints at redemption.
Lyrics
Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Like it's about to fall, she walked out that door Didn't say goodbye Left me with nothing but a lonesome sigh Oh, the blues come calling in the dead of night Whiskey in my glass, but it don't make it right Lost my sweet darling, now I'm on my own Singing these old blues, feeling so alone Rain keeps on pouring, latching tears, I cry Memories of her laughter, they won't pass me by Tried to hold on tight, but the wind blew strong Now I'm just a wanderer where I don't belong Oh, the blues come calling in the dead of night Whiskey in my glass, but it don't make it right Lost my sweet darling, now I'm on my own Singing these old blues, feeling so alone Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Gonna pick up my guitar, let the strings cry out Bend those notes low, chase away the doubt One day I'll rise again, I'll rise again I'll shake this heavy chain Find that fire inside, start living again If the chair beside me echoes in the room Dreams turn to ashes blooming like a tomb But deep in the darkness a spark starts to gleam Redemptions whisper, pulling at my seat Oh, the blues come calling in the dead of night Whiskey in my glass, but it don't make it right Lost my sweet darling, now I'm on my own Singing these old blues, feeling so alone Miles stretched before me under endless sky Hardships my teacher teaching me to fly In this lonesome journey, finding my own youth Call out to me, call out to me, call out to me To the wind, respond with a moan Harmonica wailing, never sing alone From the egg in my chest, a resilient beat Turning pain to power, get back on my feet Oh, the blues come calling in the dead of night Whiskey in my glass, but it don't make it right Lost my sweet darling, now I'm on my own Singing these old blues, feeling so alone Yeah, the blues come calling But I'll answer strong Through the heartbreak and wondering Where I belong Yeah, the blues come calling in the dead of night Feeling so alone Yeah, the blues come calling in the dead of night Whiskey in my glass, feeling so alone Feeling so alone Feeling so alone Feeling so alone Feeling so alone Feeling so alone Feeling so alone
Lonesome Whiskey Shadows
Midnight Whiskey Crowe
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