Bayou blues

(Verse 1)
Midnight’s bleedin’ in the cypress trees,
Air so thick I can barely breathe,
Mosquito choir and a heartbreak hymn,
Whole damn swamp closing in.
Your name’s carved deep in a hollowed bruise,
Rotting slow in these bayou blues.
(Pre-Chorus)
River keeps secrets, but it don’t lie,
It knows how I begged, how I watched you fly.
(Chorus)
I got the bayou blues, cuttin’ like a knife,
Rust in my veins, whiskey in my life.
You left claw marks on my ribcage roof,
Now every breath is bitter proof.
They howl, they burn, they tattoo and bruise—
I’m face down crying in the bayou blues.
(Verse 2)
Juke joint neon flickers and dies,
Slide guitar screams like a widow’s cry,
I taste your sweat in the summer rain,
Feel your ghost in my shaking hands.
We were fire on a motel fuse,
Now I’m ash in these bayou blues.
(Pre-Chorus)
You said forever with a crooked smile,
Forever lasted about a mile.
(Chorus)
I got the bayou blues, mean and obscene,
Sweat-soaked sheets where you used to be.
Your perfume lingers like cheap regret,
On a mattress of smoke and unpaid debts.
They crawl, they choke, they twist and use—
I’m gut-shot, baby, by the bayou blues.
(Bridge)
I screamed at God from a back porch chair,
He sent thunder but He didn’t care.
Tried to drown you in a bottle of gin,
But you float right back under my skin.
If love’s a devil in snake-skin shoes,
He’s two-steppin’ hard in my bayou blues.
(Breakdown – slow, raw)
I punched the wall till my knuckles split,
Blood in the sink, I didn’t feel shit.
Just your laugh echoing through the room,
Like a wedding march turned funeral tune.
(Guitar Solo – long, weeping bends, almost breaking)
(Final Chorus – ragged, screaming)
I got the bayou blues, black as tar,
No north star, no savior star.
You took my body, you took my pride,
Left me wrecked on the river side.
They sting, they scar, they don’t excuse—
I’m a grown man broken by the bayou blues.
(Outro – soft, cracked voice)
Dawn creeps pale through the Spanish moss,
Everything won and everything lost.
River keeps rollin’, like I got to choose…
But I’m still down here crying
In the bayou blues.

Blues, rock, electric guitar driven, drum kicks, harmonica, black male, vocals, gospel, choir back up vocals