Delta Runs in My Veins(Muddy Waters)

[Instrumental Intro (slide guitar bends over slow blues shuffle, harmonica echoing low, upright bass walk with brushed snare)] [Verse 1 (steady groove, resonator guitar lead)] He built a storm from river clay Where thunder learned to hum and sway His voice, a current carved in stone That carried truth through blood and bone [Pre-Chorus (kick and snare tighten, electric growl slides in)] From cotton fields to neon glow His fire taught the world to flow [Chorus (full band lift, call and response vocals, harmonica answering guitar licks)] Delta runs in my veins like a hymn from below A sermon of steel where the wild waters go He turned pain into rhythm, and the rhythm to flame When the world lost his body, it still spoke his name From the banks of the river to the heart of the stage The blues found its king, and the king lit the rage [Verse 2 (grittier tone, rhythm guitar punches syncopated)] His hands pulled lightning from the strings And made the earth beneath him sing Each chord a prayer, each note confessed He bled the truth, and time was blessed [Pre-Chorus (bass pulse, gospel-style backing hums)] He walked where spirits dare to play And left the world his holy clay [Chorus (harmonica solo echoes last line, guitars intertwine)] Delta runs in my veins like a hymn from below A sermon of steel where the wild waters go He turned pain into rhythm, and the rhythm to flame When the world lost his body, it still spoke his name From the banks of the river to the heart of the stage The blues found its king, and the king lit the rage [Bridge (tempo slows, spoken-sung grit with reverb)] He said, “Son, the river never dies” And truth still howls where the bottleneck cries You can’t cage a soul born of rain and mud ‘Cause that’s the price and the gift of blood [Instrumental (extended slide guitar duel with harmonica, cymbal shimmer and tremolo bass fade)] [Final Chorus (double tempo, gospel choir layers, audience handclaps)] Delta runs in my veins like a hymn from below A sermon of steel where the wild waters go He turned pain into rhythm, and the rhythm to flame When the world lost his body, it still spoke his name From the banks of the river to the heart of the stage The blues found its king, and the king lit the rage [Outro (slide guitar bends into silence, harmonica fades like wind over water)] The river rolls on, and he still plays In every heart the blues still stays