Empty Chairs Blues

(Verse 1)
Woke up this mornin’, coffee turnin’ cold in my hand,
Yeah, I woke up this mornin’, coffee turnin’ cold in my hand.
Looked around my kitchen table—
Too many empty chairs for one man.

(Verse 2)
I seen the bottles on the counter,
Heard that same ol’ midnight call.
Yeah, those bottles on the counter,
Man, they took down the strongest of us all.
Now I walk past their old bar stools,
Like I’m strollin’ through a ghost-town hall.

(Chorus)
Oh, I’m singin’ these blues,
For the ones I couldn’t save.
Lost ‘em to that poison river,
Flowin’ fast into an early grave.
I miss you, my brothers—
Lord, I miss the laughs we gave.

(Verse 3)
I remember Friday nights,
Music loud, the world felt fine.
Yeah, those long, wild Friday nights,
Feels like another lifetime.
Now I’m talkin’ to their shadows,
Tryin’ to rewrite the bottom line.

(Bridge)
If heaven’s got a jukebox,
I hope they’re playin’ our song tonight.
Yeah, if heaven’s got a jukebox,
Let that neon burn bright.
‘Cause I’m still here strummin’,
Tryin’ to keep their memory in the light.

(Chorus)
Oh, I’m singin’ these blues,
For the ones I couldn’t save.
Lost ‘em to that poison river,
Flowin’ fast into an early grave.
I miss you, my brothers—
Lord, I miss the laughs we gave.

(Outro)
So I raise my voice to the sky,
Let these blues carry their names.
‘Cause every friend lost to darkness,
Leaves a fire nobody tames.

Vintage Blues Rock with Raspy Vocals and Texas Soulful Guitar and bass Solos with piano, soulful drum beat