In the shadows of a dusty road,
Where the midnight sun don’t shine,
I strum my guitar, and I let it unfold,
Pourin' out my lonesome heart’s design.
There's a river cry callin’ my name,
Flowin’ heavy like a tale untold,
Each note a tear in a forgotten game,
Dreams like embers, catching in the cold.
Empty glass, watch it glimmer and sway,
Reflectin' memories, lost in the fight,
I lift it high to the Memphis nights,
Where the blues take hold and set the soul alight.
All the stories etched in the city’s veins,
Whispers of love, of heartbreak, and sin,
Down in the delta, where the gospel truth reigns,
Every strum speaks of where I’ve been.
Dusty road lead me back to your side,
Through the thick of pain, into the light,
The echoes linger, with nowhere to hide,
But in each fading star, there's a promise tonight.
As the moon paints silver on the river's tide,
I chase the shadows, let my spirit roam,
With every chord, I know you’re by my side,
In this blues-soaked journey, I’ve found my home.
So here's to the nights that unravel my soul,
To the songs that keep the fire alive,
With the heart of a dreamer and passion as my goal,
In the whispers of love, I’ll forever strive.
Blues
Guitar soul, River cry, Empty glass, Memphis nights, Dusty road, Lonesome heart, Gospel truth
Blues
Guitar soul, River cry, Empty glass, Memphis nights, Dusty road, Lonesome heart, Gospel truth