Barren Land Holler
Zeke Mudrow
Delta Blues
About
Raw hollering vocals rise over sparse acoustic guitar and haunting slide licks in a classic 12-bar blues progression, capturing the desperate toil of Mississippi Delta sharecroppers. Ultra-raw mono production preserves string buzz, foot stomps, and room intimacy like 1930s field recordings, evoking profound anguish and spiritual yearning. Intense yet intimate, with minimal harmonica flourishes amid the emotional sparsity.
Lyrics
Oh, oh, the sun beats down My bones, they glow low Have mercy on this weary soul Fields call my name Plowing that dirt from dawn Till the flames sweat on my brow No corn in my hand Working for nothing in this barren land She packed her bags when the river ran high Left me with echoed lonesome cries But forever's a lie Breaking these walls Nights get colder The Bible don't lie Whiskey whispers Boy, you're gonna die Back breaks daily Heart torn in two Praying for freedom But it won't come through But it won't come through Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh Oh, oh, oh, oh
Barren Land Holler
Zeke Mudrow
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