Lyrics
[Verse]
He pours the night into a glass
Dreams drip slow like molasses
His story’s heavy
His laugh is light
[Prechorus]
Spices on his breath
Secrets in his stare
The bar’s his temple
Confession’s in the air
[Chorus]
He’s got whiskey in his veins
Chai in his soul
Mixing up America in a tarnished bowl
A local Indian man
Serving blues on demand
[Verse 2]
His turban hides a million thoughts
Fingers dance
Ice cubes caught
His roots are deep
But he’s free to roam
[Prechorus]
Bollywood songs hum under neon lights
His eyes hold sunsets
His hands hold fights
[Chorus]
He’s got whiskey in his veins
Chai in his soul
Mixing up America in a tarnished bowl
A local Indian man
Serving blues on demand
Style
smoky grooveelectric slide guitar with a slowbluesgritty
Prompt
A local Indian man as a bartender In America, blues
Credits
Prompt byCinematicGuru904
GeneratedOct 23, 2025
ModelAria v4
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