Blood on the strings

Title: Blood in the Strings (Delta Don't Die)

Verse 1:

In the shade of a shack, by the Mississippi line,

A bottle half-empty and a rhythm in time.

He carved out pain with a rusted slide,

Made the devil weep and the angels hide.

Verse 2:

Twelve bars burnin' like a July sun,

No place to run, but the song got done.

With a moan from the gut and a stomped-down beat,

He turned the hurt into something sweet.

Chorus:

It’s blood in the strings, dust in the shoes,

A cry in the night called the Delta Blues.

It don't fade, it don't lie,

It walks through the ages, it never dies.

Verse 3:

A tale of trouble on a gravel road,

Where dreams get buried and hearts explode.

But the music rises, raw and true,

Like a preacher’s shout or a lover’s rue.

Bridge:

From Clarksdale cotton to Chicago trains,

The sound rolls on through joy and pain.

Ghosts of men with guitars and scars,

Still pickin’ truths beneath the stars.

Verse 4:

Now I sit with my steel guitar in hand,

Singin’ the sorrow of a haunted land.

With every slide, every word I croon,

I channel the ghosts in a Delta tune.

Chorus (repeat):

It’s blood in the strings, dust in the shoes,

A cry in the night called the Delta Blues.

It don't fade, it don't lie,

It walks through the ages, it never dies.

Outro:

You can take my name, you can take my time,

But the blues I play—they ain’t just mine.

The Delta don’t die, it just rides the wind,

Playin’ the truth again and again.