These Babies Worth Dying For

Grimy delta blues with overdriven slide guitar, foot-stomp percussion, and raw female vocals pushed right up on the mic, Verses stay sparse and swampy with roomy reverb; chorus hits harder with doubled raspy harmonies and a dirtier guitar tone, Occasional harmonica wails and handclaps build tension, then drop to near a cappella for the final hook, delta blues, female vocals

[Verse 1] Rust on the mailbox Bible on the floor Empty little high chair By the busted screen door Moon in the puddle Blood in the sink I stare at this bottle Till I just can’t think [Chorus] These babies worth dying for I’ll stand in the doorway Be the wall Be the war You can bring your rage Bring your fists Bring your roar But these babies These babies worth dying for [Verse 2] Tires in the gravel Headlights on my land Whiskey on your whisper Wedding ring on my hand You say you the thunder I say I’m the flood You cross this threshold You wading through my blood [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] I got bruises that healed wrong Names you never learned Photos on the fridge door Faces you ain’t earned [voice cracking] If the devil want a bargain He better knock some more ’Cause my soul ain’t for selling When these babies worth dying for [Chorus]

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