Fields Callin' My Name
Delta Mose Harlan
Delta Blues
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Raw holler vocals pierce the sparse arrangement of fingerpicked acoustic guitar and haunting bottleneck slide licks, locked into a classic 12-bar blues progression evoking Delta sharecropper anguish. Ultra-raw mono production captures string buzz, foot stomps, and room intimacy like 1930s field sessions, with desperate cries over train whistles and bottle whispers. Soulful intensity builds to a fading outro of eternal suffering.
Lyrics
Woke up this morning, sun burning low Feels calling my name, nowhere to go Nowhere to go Plow these rows, till my hands bled Roll back, breaking under the weight of the loss Sweating my, dreaming of a face Left without a trace Left without a trace Train whistle crying in the dead of night Rolled away my baby Took all my light bottle on the table Drowning this sky Oh the pain it won't let me Hard road walking Can't set me free Chasing ghosts in the wind Oh fade away slow
Fields Callin' My Name
Delta Mose Harlan
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