---------------------------- Lyrics by : Kathlene Rushing © 2025 Kathlene Rushing All rights reserved. ---------------------------- The blues don’t stand still. Don’t wait for permission. Don’t ask the radio if it can come in. It just moves — Across oceans, Through wires and voices. [Verse 1] Rode ships from Africa. Walked barefoot through cane and cotton. Caught a train north, Slept in suitcases, And sang from street corners [Verse 2] They thought it would die with vinyl, Fade with AM, But now it lives in loops and playlists. It dances inside indie guitar riffs. It shows up where you least expect it, Still telling the truth Like it always did. [Verse 3] Some still hold the old way — Slide guitar, walking bass, Voice full of gravel and memory. They don’t change the recipe. They just keep it hot. They keep the roots alive. [Verse 4] Others bend it, twist it, Let it fuse with funk and rock. Let it speak new dialects. It ain’t betrayal. It’s evolution. They ain’t leavin’ the blues — Just showin’ you where it’s goin’. [Verse 5] Now the stage is global. African guitars hum Brazilian hands strike strings of sorrow and joy. The blues crosses oceans Doesn’t ask for a passport. [Verse 6] It lives in the streaming links, The bedroom recordings, The DIY tracks with soul. You don’t need a label now — You just need a story And the faith to tell it. [Bridge] Festivals light it up. Clubs pulse with it. Back porches whisper it. And somewhere, Right now, A kid is pickin’ up a guitar And findin’ themselves In a single note. [Closing] The blues ain’t gone. It’s not trapped in the past. It’s not waitin’ for a comeback. It never left. Because the blues don’t stand still. Just keeps walkin’. Same truth. New shoes. Blues don’t stand still. Just keeps walkin’. Same truth. Blues don’t stand still.
