🇺🇸 Boxcar Serenade Blues

Lyrics: Caronte 2025 Youtube: Inoxidables Podcast Podcast: go.ivoox.com/sq/2330386 Rusted tracks sing my lullaby, Chicago dust in this Georgia sky. Played St. Louis with a bullet-hole hat, Traded Deltablues for a stranger’s mat... Boxcar serenade! Strings worn thin but these stories won’t fade. Boxcar serenade! Every town’s a verse I ain’t afraid to trade... Memphis kids stole my supper coins, Left this jaw swollen but not these groans. They spared ol’ Betsy (my six-string bride), So I’ll play their cruelty with Texas pride... Boxcar serenade! Strings worn thin but these stories won’t fade. Boxcar serenade! Every town’s a verse I ain’t afraid to trade... New Orleans taunts with her humid breath, Quit, old man! Blues leads to death! But these tracks hum what my soul can’t hide: Play the pain loud, let it be your guide...