---------------------------- Lyrics by : Kathlene Rushing © 2025 Kathlene Rushing All rights reserved. ---------------------------- [Verse 1] Down where the river winds Between the cotton rows and pine, Down where the river winds, Between the cotton rows and pine, The blues rose up from the dirt — From a soul too strong to die. [Verse 2] They didn’t write it down on paper, They let it bleed from their hands. Didn’t write it down on paper, Just let it bleed from their hands. A voice and a beat-up guitar Was all they needed to make a stand. [Verse 3] Wasn’t born in no big city, Didn’t come from polished stage. It wasn’t born in no big city, Didn’t come from polished stage. It came from hunger and heartbreak, And the fury of a silent age. [Verse 4] Charley played that beat like thunder, Son House sang fire and sin. Charley played that beat like thunder, Son House sang fire and sin. Robert Johnson made a deal at midnight — Let the devil hear the pain within. [Verse 5] They bent them notes till they cried, Let that bottle slide and moan. Bent them notes till they cried, Let that bottle slide and moan. Every line was a truth too heavy To carry all alone. [Verse 6 – Final] So if you hear a cracklin’ voice, And a beat from an old porch floor, If you hear a cracklin’ voice, And a beat from an old porch floor, That’s the sound of the blues being born — Where the Delta gave it voice. If you hear a cracklin’ voice, And a beat from an old porch, That’s the sound of the blues being born — Where the Delta gave it voice.
