[Title: "Morning Fog in the Delta" | Style: deep Delta blues by an old bluesman, slow but not hopeless, worn acoustic guitar, faint banjo strings, distant slide guitar, soft mosquito ambience, warm cracked male vocal, intimate front-porch feeling, early morning mist, quiet resilience, no drums, no piano, no strings, no choir, no extra instruments. Keep the arrangement sparse and human. The song should begin in darkness and slowly let a little light enter. Original wording only. Avoid verbatim quotes from living artists. No lines identifiable from specific songs. Use new imagery.] [LYRICS] Morning fog on the river bend Old road breathing like an old lost friend Banjo whispers underneath the trees Mosquitoes singing in the heavy breeze I don't see the sun but I know she's near I can feel her moving through the gray out here Oh morning fog don't hide her long This old bluesman still got one more song Mud on my boots dust in my bones I walked through sorrow I walked alone But every night that held me down Lost a little power when the dawn came round I don't see the sun but I know she's near I can feel her moving through the gray out here Oh morning fog don't hide her long This old bluesman still got one more song Delta water dark and wide Keeps my secrets by its side But somewhere past that cypress line The morning's working one thin shine So let the mist roll slow and low Let the tired heart take time to know A hidden sun is still a flame Even when the sky won't speak her name I don't see the sun but I know she's near I can feel her moving through the gray out here Oh morning fog don't hide her long This old bluesman still got one more song One more song for the broken ground One more breath when hope can't be found One more step where the river runs Through morning fog toward the unseen sun
