The Great Lakes howl where the north winds bite, A restless churn ‘neath a starless night. From Superior’s depths to Erie’s shoal, The waters claim what they can’t console.

Rollin’ north through the pines, where the smoke still curls, From pit fires burnin’ in a fast-fadin’ world. The Delta’s in my rearview, but its heart’s in my bones, Barbecue’s my altar, built on riverbed

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Smoke On The Soul

Runnin’ through the night, with the devil in my soul, Hot rods screamin’ freedom, on them backroads cold. Dodgin’ every trap, with the law’s red light glow, Them moonshine runs, where NASCAR’s roots grow.

In the Piedmont fields, where the tobacco grows, Leaves hang heavy, like the stories nobody knows. My hands stained brown, workin’ dawn to dusk, Soil’s got my soul, but the church is my trust.

Down in the Delta, where the cotton fields fade, The smoke from the pit’s where my heart’s been laid. Piano keys moan like a river in flood, Barbecue’s my story, written deep in the mud.

From the shacks of Clarksdale to the bayou’s edge, Roux’s thick with secrets, stirred up from the dredge. Okra and crab, filé’s green embrace, Every spoon’s a prayer in this sacred place.

Down in the Delta, where the Mississippi sighs, The mud’s got a story, and the heron don’t lie. Gumbo in the pot, simmerin’ low and slow, Tastes like the heart of the places I know.

I came down to Austin with a suitcase and a song, Thought I’d find redemption, but I was running all along. The river cuts the city, rolling dark and deep, But it don’t wash away

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Drifter’s Blues (Austin at Midnight)

In the Delta’s arms, where the river runs slow, Moss-draped willows hum what the old folks know. Gumbo in the kettle, roux dark as the clay, Cajun blood in my veins, cookin’ troubles away.

Shadows fall, the night’s too long, My heart hums a lonesome song. Moonlight fades, the stars don’t care, Sorrow lingers in the air.

In the cypress shade where the Spanish moss hangs low, The Atchafalaya whispers secrets only dead men know. Gator eyes glow red in the blackwater’s gleam, Chasin’ ghosts of the past through a fevered dream.

The Great Lakes howl where the north winds bite, A restless churn ‘neath a starless night. From Superior’s depths to Erie’s shoal, The waters claim what they can’t console.

Rollin’ north through the pines, where the smoke still curls, From pit fires burnin’ in a fast-fadin’ world. The Delta’s in my rearview, but its heart’s in my bones, Barbecue’s my altar, built on riverbed

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Smoke On The Soul

I got a jug of moonshine, glowin’ in the night, Corn liquor sparklin’ under pale moonlight. But all that shine don’t mean a thing, oh no, Without them drivers in their hot rods, ready to

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Moonshine Runners’s Blues

In the Piedmont fields, where the tobacco grows, Leaves hang heavy, like the stories nobody knows. My hands stained brown, workin’ dawn to dusk, Soil’s got my soul, but the church is my trust.

Down in the Delta, where the cotton fields fade, The smoke from the pit’s where my heart’s been laid. Piano keys moan like a river in flood, Barbecue’s my story, written deep in the mud.

From the shacks of Clarksdale to the bayou’s edge, Roux’s thick with secrets, stirred up from the dredge. Okra and crab, filé’s green embrace, Every spoon’s a prayer in this sacred place.

Down in the Delta, where the Mississippi sighs, The mud’s got a story, and the heron don’t lie. Gumbo in the pot, simmerin’ low and slow, Tastes like the heart of the places I know.

I came down to Austin with a suitcase and a song, Thought I’d find redemption, but I was running all along. The river cuts the city, rolling dark and deep, But it don’t wash away

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Drifter’s Blues (Austin at Midnight)

In the Delta’s arms, where the river runs slow, Moss-draped willows hum what the old folks know. Gumbo in the kettle, roux dark as the clay, Cajun blood in my veins, cookin’ troubles away.

Shadows fall, the night’s too long, My heart hums a lonesome song. Moonlight fades, the stars don’t care, Sorrow lingers in the air.

In the cypress shade where the Spanish moss hangs low, The Atchafalaya whispers secrets only dead men know. Gator eyes glow red in the blackwater’s gleam, Chasin’ ghosts of the past through a fevered dream.

The Great Lakes howl where the north winds bite, A restless churn ‘neath a starless night. From Superior’s depths to Erie’s shoal, The waters claim what they can’t console.

Rollin’ north through the pines, where the smoke still curls, From pit fires burnin’ in a fast-fadin’ world. The Delta’s in my rearview, but its heart’s in my bones, Barbecue’s my altar, built on riverbed

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Smoke On The Soul

I got a jug of moonshine, glowin’ in the night, Corn liquor sparklin’ under pale moonlight. But all that shine don’t mean a thing, oh no, Without them drivers in their hot rods, ready to

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Moonshine Runners’s Blues

Runnin’ through the night, with the devil in my soul, Hot rods screamin’ freedom, on them backroads cold. Dodgin’ every trap, with the law’s red light glow, Them moonshine runs, where NASCAR’s roots grow.

Down in the Delta, where the cotton fields fade, The smoke from the pit’s where my heart’s been laid. Piano keys moan like a river in flood, Barbecue’s my story, written deep in the mud.

From the shacks of Clarksdale to the bayou’s edge, Roux’s thick with secrets, stirred up from the dredge. Okra and crab, filé’s green embrace, Every spoon’s a prayer in this sacred place.

Down in the Delta, where the Mississippi sighs, The mud’s got a story, and the heron don’t lie. Gumbo in the pot, simmerin’ low and slow, Tastes like the heart of the places I know.

I came down to Austin with a suitcase and a song, Thought I’d find redemption, but I was running all along. The river cuts the city, rolling dark and deep, But it don’t wash away

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Drifter’s Blues (Austin at Midnight)

In the Delta’s arms, where the river runs slow, Moss-draped willows hum what the old folks know. Gumbo in the kettle, roux dark as the clay, Cajun blood in my veins, cookin’ troubles away.

Shadows fall, the night’s too long, My heart hums a lonesome song. Moonlight fades, the stars don’t care, Sorrow lingers in the air.

In the cypress shade where the Spanish moss hangs low, The Atchafalaya whispers secrets only dead men know. Gator eyes glow red in the blackwater’s gleam, Chasin’ ghosts of the past through a fevered dream.

The Great Lakes howl where the north winds bite, A restless churn ‘neath a starless night. From Superior’s depths to Erie’s shoal, The waters claim what they can’t console.

Rollin’ north through the pines, where the smoke still curls, From pit fires burnin’ in a fast-fadin’ world. The Delta’s in my rearview, but its heart’s in my bones, Barbecue’s my altar, built on riverbed

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Smoke On The Soul

I got a jug of moonshine, glowin’ in the night, Corn liquor sparklin’ under pale moonlight. But all that shine don’t mean a thing, oh no, Without them drivers in their hot rods, ready to

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Moonshine Runners’s Blues

Runnin’ through the night, with the devil in my soul, Hot rods screamin’ freedom, on them backroads cold. Dodgin’ every trap, with the law’s red light glow, Them moonshine runs, where NASCAR’s roots grow.

In the Piedmont fields, where the tobacco grows, Leaves hang heavy, like the stories nobody knows. My hands stained brown, workin’ dawn to dusk, Soil’s got my soul, but the church is my trust.

From the shacks of Clarksdale to the bayou’s edge, Roux’s thick with secrets, stirred up from the dredge. Okra and crab, filé’s green embrace, Every spoon’s a prayer in this sacred place.

Down in the Delta, where the Mississippi sighs, The mud’s got a story, and the heron don’t lie. Gumbo in the pot, simmerin’ low and slow, Tastes like the heart of the places I know.

I came down to Austin with a suitcase and a song, Thought I’d find redemption, but I was running all along. The river cuts the city, rolling dark and deep, But it don’t wash away

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Drifter’s Blues (Austin at Midnight)

In the Delta’s arms, where the river runs slow, Moss-draped willows hum what the old folks know. Gumbo in the kettle, roux dark as the clay, Cajun blood in my veins, cookin’ troubles away.

Shadows fall, the night’s too long, My heart hums a lonesome song. Moonlight fades, the stars don’t care, Sorrow lingers in the air.

In the cypress shade where the Spanish moss hangs low, The Atchafalaya whispers secrets only dead men know. Gator eyes glow red in the blackwater’s gleam, Chasin’ ghosts of the past through a fevered dream.

The Great Lakes howl where the north winds bite, A restless churn ‘neath a starless night. From Superior’s depths to Erie’s shoal, The waters claim what they can’t console.

Rollin’ north through the pines, where the smoke still curls, From pit fires burnin’ in a fast-fadin’ world. The Delta’s in my rearview, but its heart’s in my bones, Barbecue’s my altar, built on riverbed

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Smoke On The Soul

I got a jug of moonshine, glowin’ in the night, Corn liquor sparklin’ under pale moonlight. But all that shine don’t mean a thing, oh no, Without them drivers in their hot rods, ready to

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Moonshine Runners’s Blues

Runnin’ through the night, with the devil in my soul, Hot rods screamin’ freedom, on them backroads cold. Dodgin’ every trap, with the law’s red light glow, Them moonshine runs, where NASCAR’s roots grow.

In the Piedmont fields, where the tobacco grows, Leaves hang heavy, like the stories nobody knows. My hands stained brown, workin’ dawn to dusk, Soil’s got my soul, but the church is my trust.

Down in the Delta, where the cotton fields fade, The smoke from the pit’s where my heart’s been laid. Piano keys moan like a river in flood, Barbecue’s my story, written deep in the mud.

Down in the Delta, where the Mississippi sighs, The mud’s got a story, and the heron don’t lie. Gumbo in the pot, simmerin’ low and slow, Tastes like the heart of the places I know.

I came down to Austin with a suitcase and a song, Thought I’d find redemption, but I was running all along. The river cuts the city, rolling dark and deep, But it don’t wash away

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Drifter’s Blues (Austin at Midnight)

In the Delta’s arms, where the river runs slow, Moss-draped willows hum what the old folks know. Gumbo in the kettle, roux dark as the clay, Cajun blood in my veins, cookin’ troubles away.

Shadows fall, the night’s too long, My heart hums a lonesome song. Moonlight fades, the stars don’t care, Sorrow lingers in the air.

In the cypress shade where the Spanish moss hangs low, The Atchafalaya whispers secrets only dead men know. Gator eyes glow red in the blackwater’s gleam, Chasin’ ghosts of the past through a fevered dream.

The Great Lakes howl where the north winds bite, A restless churn ‘neath a starless night. From Superior’s depths to Erie’s shoal, The waters claim what they can’t console.

Rollin’ north through the pines, where the smoke still curls, From pit fires burnin’ in a fast-fadin’ world. The Delta’s in my rearview, but its heart’s in my bones, Barbecue’s my altar, built on riverbed

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Smoke On The Soul

I got a jug of moonshine, glowin’ in the night, Corn liquor sparklin’ under pale moonlight. But all that shine don’t mean a thing, oh no, Without them drivers in their hot rods, ready to

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Moonshine Runners’s Blues

Runnin’ through the night, with the devil in my soul, Hot rods screamin’ freedom, on them backroads cold. Dodgin’ every trap, with the law’s red light glow, Them moonshine runs, where NASCAR’s roots grow.

In the Piedmont fields, where the tobacco grows, Leaves hang heavy, like the stories nobody knows. My hands stained brown, workin’ dawn to dusk, Soil’s got my soul, but the church is my trust.

Down in the Delta, where the cotton fields fade, The smoke from the pit’s where my heart’s been laid. Piano keys moan like a river in flood, Barbecue’s my story, written deep in the mud.

From the shacks of Clarksdale to the bayou’s edge, Roux’s thick with secrets, stirred up from the dredge. Okra and crab, filé’s green embrace, Every spoon’s a prayer in this sacred place.

I came down to Austin with a suitcase and a song, Thought I’d find redemption, but I was running all along. The river cuts the city, rolling dark and deep, But it don’t wash away

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Drifter’s Blues (Austin at Midnight)

In the Delta’s arms, where the river runs slow, Moss-draped willows hum what the old folks know. Gumbo in the kettle, roux dark as the clay, Cajun blood in my veins, cookin’ troubles away.

Shadows fall, the night’s too long, My heart hums a lonesome song. Moonlight fades, the stars don’t care, Sorrow lingers in the air.

In the cypress shade where the Spanish moss hangs low, The Atchafalaya whispers secrets only dead men know. Gator eyes glow red in the blackwater’s gleam, Chasin’ ghosts of the past through a fevered dream.

The Great Lakes howl where the north winds bite, A restless churn ‘neath a starless night. From Superior’s depths to Erie’s shoal, The waters claim what they can’t console.

Rollin’ north through the pines, where the smoke still curls, From pit fires burnin’ in a fast-fadin’ world. The Delta’s in my rearview, but its heart’s in my bones, Barbecue’s my altar, built on riverbed

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Smoke On The Soul

I got a jug of moonshine, glowin’ in the night, Corn liquor sparklin’ under pale moonlight. But all that shine don’t mean a thing, oh no, Without them drivers in their hot rods, ready to

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Moonshine Runners’s Blues

Runnin’ through the night, with the devil in my soul, Hot rods screamin’ freedom, on them backroads cold. Dodgin’ every trap, with the law’s red light glow, Them moonshine runs, where NASCAR’s roots grow.

In the Piedmont fields, where the tobacco grows, Leaves hang heavy, like the stories nobody knows. My hands stained brown, workin’ dawn to dusk, Soil’s got my soul, but the church is my trust.

Down in the Delta, where the cotton fields fade, The smoke from the pit’s where my heart’s been laid. Piano keys moan like a river in flood, Barbecue’s my story, written deep in the mud.

From the shacks of Clarksdale to the bayou’s edge, Roux’s thick with secrets, stirred up from the dredge. Okra and crab, filé’s green embrace, Every spoon’s a prayer in this sacred place.

Down in the Delta, where the Mississippi sighs, The mud’s got a story, and the heron don’t lie. Gumbo in the pot, simmerin’ low and slow, Tastes like the heart of the places I know.

In the Delta’s arms, where the river runs slow, Moss-draped willows hum what the old folks know. Gumbo in the kettle, roux dark as the clay, Cajun blood in my veins, cookin’ troubles away.

Shadows fall, the night’s too long, My heart hums a lonesome song. Moonlight fades, the stars don’t care, Sorrow lingers in the air.

In the cypress shade where the Spanish moss hangs low, The Atchafalaya whispers secrets only dead men know. Gator eyes glow red in the blackwater’s gleam, Chasin’ ghosts of the past through a fevered dream.

The Great Lakes howl where the north winds bite, A restless churn ‘neath a starless night. From Superior’s depths to Erie’s shoal, The waters claim what they can’t console.

Rollin’ north through the pines, where the smoke still curls, From pit fires burnin’ in a fast-fadin’ world. The Delta’s in my rearview, but its heart’s in my bones, Barbecue’s my altar, built on riverbed

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Smoke On The Soul

I got a jug of moonshine, glowin’ in the night, Corn liquor sparklin’ under pale moonlight. But all that shine don’t mean a thing, oh no, Without them drivers in their hot rods, ready to

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Moonshine Runners’s Blues

Runnin’ through the night, with the devil in my soul, Hot rods screamin’ freedom, on them backroads cold. Dodgin’ every trap, with the law’s red light glow, Them moonshine runs, where NASCAR’s roots grow.

In the Piedmont fields, where the tobacco grows, Leaves hang heavy, like the stories nobody knows. My hands stained brown, workin’ dawn to dusk, Soil’s got my soul, but the church is my trust.

Down in the Delta, where the cotton fields fade, The smoke from the pit’s where my heart’s been laid. Piano keys moan like a river in flood, Barbecue’s my story, written deep in the mud.

From the shacks of Clarksdale to the bayou’s edge, Roux’s thick with secrets, stirred up from the dredge. Okra and crab, filé’s green embrace, Every spoon’s a prayer in this sacred place.

Down in the Delta, where the Mississippi sighs, The mud’s got a story, and the heron don’t lie. Gumbo in the pot, simmerin’ low and slow, Tastes like the heart of the places I know.

I came down to Austin with a suitcase and a song, Thought I’d find redemption, but I was running all along. The river cuts the city, rolling dark and deep, But it don’t wash away

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Drifter’s Blues (Austin at Midnight)

Shadows fall, the night’s too long, My heart hums a lonesome song. Moonlight fades, the stars don’t care, Sorrow lingers in the air.

In the cypress shade where the Spanish moss hangs low, The Atchafalaya whispers secrets only dead men know. Gator eyes glow red in the blackwater’s gleam, Chasin’ ghosts of the past through a fevered dream.

The Great Lakes howl where the north winds bite, A restless churn ‘neath a starless night. From Superior’s depths to Erie’s shoal, The waters claim what they can’t console.

Rollin’ north through the pines, where the smoke still curls, From pit fires burnin’ in a fast-fadin’ world. The Delta’s in my rearview, but its heart’s in my bones, Barbecue’s my altar, built on riverbed

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Smoke On The Soul

I got a jug of moonshine, glowin’ in the night, Corn liquor sparklin’ under pale moonlight. But all that shine don’t mean a thing, oh no, Without them drivers in their hot rods, ready to

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Moonshine Runners’s Blues

Runnin’ through the night, with the devil in my soul, Hot rods screamin’ freedom, on them backroads cold. Dodgin’ every trap, with the law’s red light glow, Them moonshine runs, where NASCAR’s roots grow.

In the Piedmont fields, where the tobacco grows, Leaves hang heavy, like the stories nobody knows. My hands stained brown, workin’ dawn to dusk, Soil’s got my soul, but the church is my trust.

Down in the Delta, where the cotton fields fade, The smoke from the pit’s where my heart’s been laid. Piano keys moan like a river in flood, Barbecue’s my story, written deep in the mud.

From the shacks of Clarksdale to the bayou’s edge, Roux’s thick with secrets, stirred up from the dredge. Okra and crab, filé’s green embrace, Every spoon’s a prayer in this sacred place.

Down in the Delta, where the Mississippi sighs, The mud’s got a story, and the heron don’t lie. Gumbo in the pot, simmerin’ low and slow, Tastes like the heart of the places I know.

I came down to Austin with a suitcase and a song, Thought I’d find redemption, but I was running all along. The river cuts the city, rolling dark and deep, But it don’t wash away

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Drifter’s Blues (Austin at Midnight)

In the Delta’s arms, where the river runs slow, Moss-draped willows hum what the old folks know. Gumbo in the kettle, roux dark as the clay, Cajun blood in my veins, cookin’ troubles away.

In the cypress shade where the Spanish moss hangs low, The Atchafalaya whispers secrets only dead men know. Gator eyes glow red in the blackwater’s gleam, Chasin’ ghosts of the past through a fevered dream.

The Great Lakes howl where the north winds bite, A restless churn ‘neath a starless night. From Superior’s depths to Erie’s shoal, The waters claim what they can’t console.

Rollin’ north through the pines, where the smoke still curls, From pit fires burnin’ in a fast-fadin’ world. The Delta’s in my rearview, but its heart’s in my bones, Barbecue’s my altar, built on riverbed

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Smoke On The Soul

I got a jug of moonshine, glowin’ in the night, Corn liquor sparklin’ under pale moonlight. But all that shine don’t mean a thing, oh no, Without them drivers in their hot rods, ready to

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Moonshine Runners’s Blues

Runnin’ through the night, with the devil in my soul, Hot rods screamin’ freedom, on them backroads cold. Dodgin’ every trap, with the law’s red light glow, Them moonshine runs, where NASCAR’s roots grow.

In the Piedmont fields, where the tobacco grows, Leaves hang heavy, like the stories nobody knows. My hands stained brown, workin’ dawn to dusk, Soil’s got my soul, but the church is my trust.

Down in the Delta, where the cotton fields fade, The smoke from the pit’s where my heart’s been laid. Piano keys moan like a river in flood, Barbecue’s my story, written deep in the mud.

From the shacks of Clarksdale to the bayou’s edge, Roux’s thick with secrets, stirred up from the dredge. Okra and crab, filé’s green embrace, Every spoon’s a prayer in this sacred place.

Down in the Delta, where the Mississippi sighs, The mud’s got a story, and the heron don’t lie. Gumbo in the pot, simmerin’ low and slow, Tastes like the heart of the places I know.

I came down to Austin with a suitcase and a song, Thought I’d find redemption, but I was running all along. The river cuts the city, rolling dark and deep, But it don’t wash away

Continue reading Martrina & Jasper – Drifter’s Blues (Austin at Midnight)

In the Delta’s arms, where the river runs slow, Moss-draped willows hum what the old folks know. Gumbo in the kettle, roux dark as the clay, Cajun blood in my veins, cookin’ troubles away.

Shadows fall, the night’s too long, My heart hums a lonesome song. Moonlight fades, the stars don’t care, Sorrow lingers in the air.