(Tempo: Swampy, Mid-Tempo Blues
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Release Date:
2026-01-28 14:14:10
Release Time:
2026-01-28 14:14:10
Timestamp (UTC):
2026-01-28 14:14:10 UTC
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Track ID:
#1325
Title:
(Tempo: Swampy, Mid-Tempo Blues
Artist:
Creeker Chambers
Created:
2026-01-28 14:14:10
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C major
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Lyrics
(Tempo: Swampy, mid-tempo blues with heavy harmonica and a thumping bassline) [Verse 1] The humidity is a blanket that donât want to let go Between the kudzu vines and the Yazoo flow I crossed the bridge at Vicksburg with a heavy load Lookinâ for a truth at the end of a gravel road The cicadas are screaminâ like a choir in the trees And Iâm down on my bruised and my Delta-born knees. [Verse 2] They say the riverâs got a way of takinâ it back Every lie you whispered in a shotgun shack I saw a man in Jackson with a Bible and a blade Promisinâ mercy for the debts I never paid But the heat here donât forgive, and the wind donât forget Iâm a long way from holy, but Iâm not finished yet. [Chorus] Oh, itâs a red clay redemption, bury me deep Where the secrets of the Delta are the only ones we keep You canât outrun the mud, you canât hide from the rain When the color of the dirt is the color of your shame Blood on the levee, sweat on the vine Iâm tradinâ in my shadow for a little peace of mind. [Bridge] The iron in the earth is the iron in my soul Stiff as a fever, black as a coal Iâm digginâ a hole just to see if I fit Or if the Devilâs got a lease on the bottom of it. [Chorus] Oh, itâs a red clay redemption, bury me deep Where the secrets of the Delta are the only ones we keep You canât outrun the mud, you canât hide from the rain When the color of the dirt is the color of your shame Blood on the levee, sweat on the vine Iâm tradinâ in my shadow for a little peace of mind. [Outro] Down where the moss hangs heavy... Yeah, let that river rise. Wash the red off my boots. Lord, Iâm finally home.
Audio Variations (2)
(Tempo: Swampy, Mid-Tempo Blues - Variation 1
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(Tempo: Swampy, Mid-Tempo Blues - Variation 2
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