Trumpet in the Smoke

Chicago blues rock, blues rock, swing/syncopated rhythms

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Verse 1
Every night I climb that old bar stage,
Horn in my hand, heart breakin’ out the cage,
The room is full of shadows, whiskey, and smoke,
But one blue note from my trumpet wakes the folks.

The bass starts rollin’, the drums begin to ride,
The guitar cries a story that it just can’t hide,
And when I blow that silver horn so bright,
I can feel those weary souls come back to life.

Chorus
Oh, I live for the music, I live for the sound,
For the lost and lonely people gatherin’ around,
From Chicago nights to roads both far and wide,
My trumpet and my blues are always by my side.

Through the smoke and the sorrow, through the laughter and the pain,
I play from my heart like a long and gentle train,
And if I can make one stranger smile tonight,
Then the blues keep burnin’ like a neon light.

Verse 2
I've played in crowded cities, played in towns so small,
Played for kings and dreamers, played for one and all,
Every road I traveled, every mile I knew,
Was another song waiting somewhere in the blue.

The bartender keeps pourin’, the midnight clock moves slow,
The dancers keep on swayin’ where the colored lights glow,
And every bend and whisper from my horn so true,
Paints another picture in a deep blues hue.

[bridge]

Verse 3
When the final call is spoken and the crowd drifts away,
I still hear those blue notes at the end of every day,
For this horn is more than metal, more than breath and rhyme,
It's the faithful friend that's walked with me through time.

So tomorrow when the darkness fills that room once more,
I'll be standing with my brothers like the nights before,
And the world may keep on turnin’, but one thing stays true,
My soul belongs forever to the Chicago Blues.

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Verse 1 Every night I climb that old bar stage, Horn in my hand, heart breakin’ out the cage, The room is full of shadows, whiskey, and smoke, But one blue note from my trumpet wakes the folks. The bass starts rollin’, the drums begin to ride, The guitar cries a story that it just can’t hide, And when I blow that silver horn so bright, I can feel those weary souls come back to life. Chorus Oh, I live for the music, I live for the sound, For the lost and lonely people gatherin’ around, From Chicago nights to roads both far and wide, My trumpet and my blues are always by my side. Through the smoke and the sorrow, through the laughter and the pain, I play from my heart like a long and gentle train, And if I can make one stranger smile tonight, Then the blues keep burnin’ like a neon light. Verse 2 I've played in crowded cities, played in towns so small, Played for kings and dreamers, played for one and all, Every road I traveled, every mile I knew, Was another song waiting somewhere in the blue. The bartender keeps pourin’, the midnight clock moves slow, The dancers keep on swayin’ where the colored lights glow, And every bend and whisper from my horn so true, Paints another picture in a deep blues hue. [bridge] Verse 3 When the final call is spoken and the crowd drifts away, I still hear those blue notes at the end of every day, For this horn is more than metal, more than breath and rhyme, It's the faithful friend that's walked with me through time. So tomorrow when the darkness fills that room once more, I'll be standing with my brothers like the nights before, And the world may keep on turnin’, but one thing stays true, My soul belongs forever to the Chicago Blues. Chorus Oh, I live for the music, I live for the sound, For the lost and lonely people gatherin’ around, From Chicago nights to roads both far and wide, My trumpet and my blues are always by my side. Through the smoke and the sorrow, through the laughter and the pain, I play from my heart like a long and gentle train, And if I can make one stranger smile tonight, Then the blues keep burnin’ like a neon light.

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