Deep Valley Blues

[Verse 1]
Deep valley blues
hanging low in the pines
Coffee in a tin cup
watching daylight climb
Cows at the creek
kicking up the morning mist
Old dog snoring by my boots
life don’t get better than this
[Chorus]
Deep valley blues
where the camp fire companions
pass the stories ‘round, soft and slow (oh yeah)
Horses on the picket line
heads low in the moonshine
Food at the chuck wagon, hearts getting full
That’s my deep valley blues
[Verse 2]
Sun burning gold
on a skillet black as sin
Biscuit crumbs and gravy
smudged on my chin
Boot prints dancing
in the dust where we stand
Every laugh and little sigh
a prayer for this land
[Chorus]
Deep valley blues
where the camp fire companions
sing a cracked old tune we all know (hey!)
Horses on the picket line
tails swaying, taking their time
Food at the chuck wagon, souls getting full
That’s my deep valley blues

country, Warm old-country two-step, brushed snare and upright bass, dobro and fiddle answering a smooth male vocal. Verses stay close and intimate like a front-porch story; chorus widens with stacked harmonies and a gentle sway. Acoustic guitar drives the rhythm, pedal steel glides in the turnarounds, organ pad blooms softly under the last hook., blues, deep, smooth