In the shadows where the wild winds roam,
I find my comfort in a lonesome home.
The Delta breeze whispers tales of old,
Of love and heartache, stories left untold.
Each note I strum on this rusted guitar,
Reminds me of the nights beneath the stars.
Echoed pain from the corners of my mind,
Every drop of rain, another tear unkind.
Crimson whiskey in a glass, it burns my throat,
Drowning memories of the one I used to know.
With every sip, her laughter fades away,
Just a shimmered soul I lost along the way.
Oh, I walk these streets with a heavy heart,
Searching for the pieces that fell apart.
The moonlight casts shadows, a bittersweet tune,
As the Delta breeze sings our old-fashioned swoon.
Now the twilight falls, the world turns gray,
But I won’t let the darkness steal my day.
With a rusted chord, I’ll play through the night,
Chasing the echoes till the morning light.
So here’s to the nights filled with solitude,
To the crimson whiskey and my weary mood.
In this bluesy haze, I’ll find a way to move,
With every note I play, my heart starts to soothe.
And though the pain lingers, it won't steal my dawn,
With the hope in my soul, I’ll keep moving on.
This rusted chord binds the past and the free,
A melody of healing beneath the old willow tree.
Blues
Rusted Chord, Delta Breeze, Echoed Pain, Shimmered Soul, Crimson Whiskey