Bad Man’s Blue Dress

Raw Delta blues, female vocals through a crusty ribbon mic, resonator guitar front and center with rattling slide, foot-stomp on a wooden floor as the main pulse, Verses stay intimate and close, choruses open with a hollered call-and-response feel and subtle room reverb, Occasional mournful harmonica fills between lines, mix leans dry and gritty with tape hiss and finger squeaks left in, raw, delta blues, sad

[Verse 1] Sunday dress all wrinkled Mascara on my hands Coffee cup gone cold now I been crying for a bad man He tracked mud through my kitchen Mud on my good white floor Left promises on my pillow Then walked right out my door [Chorus] Sad tears for a bad man Running down my face Sad tears for a bad man That love was out of place I keep begging these blues for mercy But they hold me where I stand Oh I’m wasting Sad tears for a bad man [Verse 2] He smells like smoke and trouble Cheap cologne and sin Says “baby I’m gone change” Then does it all again Got his lies in my mirror His shadow in my bed I keep kissing old illusions While the truth pounds in my head [Chorus] [Bridge] [low vocal register] Mama tried to warn me Said "girl Don’t take that hand" But my heart heard a promise My bones knew it was a scam Now this ring on my finger Feels heavy like a chain [whispered vocals] I trade all these sad tears For one night without his name [Chorus]

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