The whiskey tears keep falling down,
In this quiet little town,
Where the Delta dreams just slip away,
On that old blues highway.
Strumming softly on broken strings,
I've lost the heart of so many things,
In the cotton fields, my soul remains,
Dancing slow with the southern rain.
Midnight train, oh, it calls my name,
Carrying whispers of a lovers' game,
In every echo, I hear your sigh,
Like a lost bird learning to fly.
The stars above, they fade to gray,
Every promise now feels far away,
I remember how you lit the night,
Now I'm chasing shadows, hiding from the light.
Whiskey tears, they drown my past,
With every sip, I'm sinking fast,
But in the silence, there's a trace of you,
Like a ghost that lingers, haunting what we knew.
So I'll roam these streets, where memories lie,
Finding comfort in the blues and sigh,
And if the rain should wash away my pain,
I'll sing these blues 'til I'm whole again.
When the midnight train rolls back around,
With a heart so heavy, but feet on the ground,
I'll find my way through the shadows' play,
And learn to dance in the southern rain.
As the dawn breaks, I'll bid farewell,
To whiskey tears and the stories they tell,
With every step on this bittersweet lane,
I'll carry your love through the southern rain.
Blues
Whiskey tears, Delta dreams, Blues highway, Broken strings, Cotton fields, Southern rain, Midnight train