Silas Crowe - Juke-Joint Blues

Walked into that juke-joint, Floorboards shakin’ loud. Band was burnin’ fuckin’ fire, Smoke hangin’ like a shroud. I pulled out my harp, Set my whiskey on the stage, When I blow that first note, Man, it rattles every goddamn cage. Got them juke-joint blues, Where the night don’t ever stop. Yeah, them juke-joint blues, Where the walls are ’bout to drop. I’m blowin’ through the feedback, Till the whole damn place is gone, Ain’t nothin’ hits you deeper Than a juke-joint blues song. Old man in the corner Noddin’ slow, tappin’ time. Couple fightin’ by the doorway, Bartender sayin’ “get in line.” That neon sign is flickin’, Buzzin’ like it’s ’bout to die, But when I draw that harp deep, You can hear that room come alive. Got them juke-joint blues, Where the night don’t ever stop. Yeah, them juke-joint blues, Where the walls are ’bout to drop. I’m blowin’ through the heartbreak, Till the hurt turns into dawn, Ain’t nothin’ hits you harder Than a juke-joint blues song. Sweat drippin’ off the rafters, Boots stompin’ like a train. Somebody hollers “play it, Crowe!” So I let that harp just wail in pain. Every bend is fire, Every draw is bare and real, Ain’t no fancy polish here, man, Just the truth you gotta feel. Come on down to the juke-joint, We’ll be playin’ all night long… Got them juke-joint blues, Where the night just drags you in. Yeah, them juke-joint blues, Where the good times wear thin. I’m blowin’ till my lungs burn, Till the whole crowd sings along, Ain’t nothin’ in this world Like a juke-joint blues song.