Pockets Empty Blues
Ramblin' Silas Crowe
Blues
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This raw Delta blues track unfolds over a classic 12-bar progression with soulful male vocals delivering AAB verses laced with blue notes and expressive guitar bends, capturing the heartache of betrayal and resilience. Call-and-response hooks add intimate interplay between gritty voice and wailing harmonica, while a searing guitar solo channels improvisation amid syncopated rhythms and unpolished acoustic warmth. Fading into an outro riff, it evokes the timeless struggle of the Deep South with emotive, live-room intimacy.
Lyrics
Woke up this mornin', tears on my pillow so wet Woke up this mornin', tears on my pillow so wet My baby done left me, with a heartache I can't forget
Walkin' these cold streets, pockets empty and bare Walkin' these cold streets, pockets empty and bare Hunger in my belly, but my pride's still there
She whispered sweet nothins, then turned her back on me She whispered sweet nothins, then turned her back on me Betrayed by her lovin', now I'm finally free Oh, call me, baby
Oh, call me, darlin'
Yeah, the road keeps callin', I'll rise from this pain Yeah, the road keeps callin', I'll rise from this pain Blues in my soul, but I'll dance in the rain
Pockets Empty Blues
Ramblin' Silas Crowe
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