The Blues Answers to Me

“I didn’t find the blues… It came lookin’ for me.”

I taught pain to keep a beat, Turned regret to something sweet. When sorrow tried to take the lead, I showed her how to bleed in key.

The blues answers to me, It don’t cry unless I say. It bends, it burns, it kneels, it learns — When I play, it obeys.

They call it soul, I call it dues, Paid in smoke and shattered shoes. The devil hums my melody, While angels drink in disbelief.

I don’t chase that holy sound, It circles ‘round me like a hound. Every string, every sin, Knows exactly where I’ve been.

The blues answers to me, Every shadow sings my name. It ain’t God or fate or mercy — It’s me who lights the flame.

“And when I stop playin’... the silence still works for me.”

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