Arcane Delta Man

[Verse 1]
Old robe
Bad road
Bare feet in the black mud
Staff in tow
Got a book full of trouble and a past like smoke
They call him
Arcane hobo
Candle in his eyes burnin’ green and low
[Chorus]
He’s the arcane delta man (oh yeah)
Drawin’ circles in the sand
Mutterin’ names you don’t understand
You roll your bones
He moves your hand
He’s the arcane delta man
[Verse 2]
Lost gold
Cold bones
Dice rattle like teeth on a river stone
Bandits on the bridge
Think they’re runnin’ the show
He just laughs
Real slow
Snaps out a word and they drop like crows
[Chorus]
He’s the arcane delta man (yeah, yeah)
Drawin’ circles in the sand
Mutterin’ names you don’t understand
You roll your bones
He moves your hand
He’s the arcane delta man
[Bridge]
Got his heart in a gemstone
Buried deep by the cypress tree
You can cut him
You can curse him
But you’ll never cut him free (no, no)
‘Cause every time the river floods
He writes his story in the mud
[Chorus]
He’s the arcane delta man (hey!)
Drawin’ circles in the sand
Mutterin’ names you don’t understand
You roll your bones
He moves your hand
He’s the arcane delta man
He’s the arcane
Delta man

rock, Swampy delta blues-rock hybrid with overdriven slide guitar, stomping kick and claps, gritty male vocals. Verses stay close and smoky, lots of space between vocal phrases. Chorus slams in with fuzzed-out riff, shouted gang responses, and a wailing lead line echoing the vocal hook. Late-song bridge drops to voice, foot-stomp, and dry guitar before a final big chorus., delta blues