On whiskey nights and delta rain,
I find myself lost in this bluesy pain,
With an empty glass and shadows that sway,
I search for the light, but it’s fading away.
In the blues corner where the lost souls meet,
They whisper the gospel truth beneath our feet,
Every lonesome heart knows the price of the song,
As we dance through the darkness, where we all belong.
The jukebox plays a melody sweet,
But the haunting refrain cuts deep at my feet,
With memories swirling like smoke in the air,
I chase down my demons in a love that’s not there.
Oh, the Mississippi flows like the tears in my eyes,
As I drink to the past and embrace all the lies,
But the night is a canvas where sorrow’s displayed,
Painting heartaches in colors the daylight won’t fade.
With every sip, the shadows grow long,
And the ghosts of my dreams start singing along,
I raise up my glass to the heart's tender ache,
In a world filled with sorrow, still, it's love I will take.
So here’s to the nights when the blues play their tune,
To the echoes of laughter that drift ‘neath the moon,
As the delta rain falls, I find peace in the storm,
For in whiskey nights, there’s a warmth to keep warm.
Now the sunrise creeps through the cracks in the wall,
And the shadows retreat, no longer will thrall,
With a heart that’s been mended, I’m ready to rise,
In the arms of the dawn, I’ll find new skies.
Blues
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