Lyrics: Caronte 2025 Youtube: Inoxidables Podcast Podcast go.ivoox.com/sq/2330386 "Wind’s howlin’ down Wabash, my fingers gone numb, Bus stop preacher’s shoutin’, but the crowd just walks on. The Loop’s packed with suits, chasin’ dollars that glow, While I’m here strummin’ shadows, where the frost bites my soul..." "I ain’t singin’ for nickels, ain’t beggin’ for dimes, Just hummin’ these blues to outrun harder times. The roads I chose rusted, love turned to dust, But this six-string’s my confessor—in steel I trust…" That preacher’s still tremblin’, his Bible worn thin, Says ‘salvation’s a train that won’t come back again’. I left my folks cryin’, chased a neon mirage, Now this city’s a judge, and I’m trapped in its charge… I ain’t singin’ for mercy, ain’t peddlin’ lies, Just wrestlin’ ghosts as the ‘L’ train rolls by. The cold cuts like whiskey, the past’s a tight chain, *But these chords crack the ice let it bleed into rain… Wabash whispers my name… through the midnight sleet… This guitar’s my last fire… where the pain and the street… meet…
