Silas Crowe - Blow Through This Harp

Gonna blow through this harp, ‘Til my lungs can’t take no more, Yeah, gonna blow through this harp, ‘Til my lungs can’t take no more. Baby, you’re gonna hear this harmonica cry, When it’s time to say goodbye. Every note’s a wound that don’t heal, Every draw just pulls me down, I’m spittin’ rust and heartbreak steel, Blowin’ sorrow through this sound. Gonna blow through this harp, ‘Til the night don’t come around. Ain’t got no whiskey left, Just this ache I can’t ignore, Yeah, I ain’t got no whiskey left, Just this goddamn ache I can’t ignore. So I play these bent-reed prayers, Right down to the floor. Every note’s a wound that don’t heal, Every draw just pulls me down, I’m spittin’ rust and heartbreak steel, Blowin’ sorrow through this sound. Gonna blow through this harp, ‘Til the night don’t come around. Gonna blow through this harp, ‘Til my lungs can’t take no more, Yeah, gonna blow through this harp, ‘Til my lungs can’t take no more. Baby, you’re gonna hear this harmonica cry, When it’s time to say goodbye. Every note’s a wound that don’t heal, Every draw just pulls me down, I’m spittin’ rust and heartbreak steel, Blowin’ sorrow through this sound. Gonna blow through this harp, ‘Til the night don’t come around.