I’m walking down this lonesome road,
With my weathered boots on the cold ground,
Echoes of a lost tune, they linger low,
In the whiskey haze where I can’t be found.
Distant thunder rolls, a memory’s pain,
A storm brews deep in the heart of my soul,
Each step I take feels heavy like rain,
These shadows of the past keep taking their toll.
I can hear the laughter from days gone by,
Sweet words you whispered; oh, how they’d sting,
But the chill of night won’t let me fly,
Wrapped in silence, it's all just a fling.
The whiskey burns like a fire in my chest,
As I reach for dreams that slip through my hands,
Every bottle’s a hope that never finds rest,
Lost to the night, like forgotten bands.
So I’ll sing my blues to the moon up high,
With this aching heart beneath the stars’ glow,
While the world keeps spinning, I’ll just sigh,
Finding comfort in the night’s gentle flow.
When dawn comes creeping, I’ll still be right here,
With my weathered boots on the cold ground,
And though the storms might rage without fear,
I'll wear my scars like a king’s golden crown.
So let the thunder roar, let the memories fade,
In this whiskey haze, I’ll find my way home,
With every lost note that the blues have played,
I know deep inside, I'll never roam alone.
Blues
Weathered boots, cold ground, lost tune, whiskey haze, distant thunder
Blues
Weathered boots, cold ground, lost tune, whiskey haze, distant thunder