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.