Martina and Jasper Turn The Lights Down, there is a time to kick back, remove your shoes and let the groove take you on a journey. We hope your journey is as wonderful as ours has been.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside,
I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide.
Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show,
Just stay right here and keep the lights low.
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martina and Jasper Turn The Lights Down, there is a time to kick back, remove your shoes and let the groove take you on a journey. We hope your journey is as wonderful as ours has been.
I’ve been down in the delta, chasin’ ghosts in the rain…
Felt the weight of your leavin’, like chains on my chain…
Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin’ out your name…
But tonight in this shadow, we’re playin’ the game…
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martina and Jasper Turn The Lights Down, there is a time to kick back, remove your shoes and let the groove take you on a journey. We hope your journey is as wonderful as ours has been.
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead
Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead
No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true
The night feels brighter when I’m walking with you
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martina and Jasper Turn The Lights Down, there is a time to kick back, remove your shoes and let the groove take you on a journey. We hope your journey is as wonderful as ours has been.
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined,
On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned.
In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost,
Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be lost.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martina and Jasper Turn The Lights Down, there is a time to kick back, remove your shoes and let the groove take you on a journey. We hope your journey is as wonderful as ours has been.
I’ve walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain,
Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain.
Shadows in the alley, whisperin’ your name,
But you left me cold, darlin’, playin’ your old game.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martina and Jasper Turn The Lights Down, there is a time to kick back, remove your shoes and let the groove take you on a journey. We hope your journey is as wonderful as ours has been.
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath
Whispers of silence are speaking of death
The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame
I call into darkness, but none hear my name
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martina and Jasper Turn The Lights Down, there is a time to kick back, remove your shoes and let the groove take you on a journey. We hope your journey is as wonderful as ours has been.
I’ve walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain,
Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain.
Shadows in the alley, whisperin’ your name,
But you left me cold, darlin’, playin’ your old game.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Rust Revival’s Martina & Jasper take you on a journey down the West Coast, come enjoy it’s history, enjoy it’s vibe, enjoy the Blues and Jazz that came from the West Coast.
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath
Whispers of silence are speaking of death
The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame
I call into darkness, but none hear my name
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Rust Revival’s Martina & Jasper take you on a journey down the West Coast, come enjoy it’s history, enjoy it’s vibe, enjoy the Blues and Jazz that came from the West Coast.
I painted my nights in shades of regret,
Chased faded dreams I can’t forget.
The jukebox hums our old refrain,
But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
t Revival’s Martina & Jasper take you on a journey down the West Coast, come enjoy it’s history, enjoy it’s vibe, enjoy the Blues and Jazz that came from the West Coast.
Neon flickers down the border street,
Saxophone hums where shadows meet.
Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow,
Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
t Revival’s Martina & Jasper take you on a journey down the West Coast, come enjoy it’s history, enjoy it’s vibe, enjoy the Blues and Jazz that came from the West Coast.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
t Revival’s Martina & Jasper take you on a journey down the West Coast, come enjoy it’s history, enjoy it’s vibe, enjoy the Blues and Jazz that came from the West Coast.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls,
Neon flickers down the empty halls.
A piano hums where the shadows meet,
Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
t Revival’s Martina & Jasper take you on a journey down the West Coast, come enjoy it’s history, enjoy it’s vibe, enjoy the Blues and Jazz that came from the West Coast.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air,
Trumpet lines curling up the stair.
A rhythm fades down an old back street,
But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
t Revival’s Martina & Jasper take you on a journey down the West Coast, come enjoy it’s history, enjoy it’s vibe, enjoy the Blues and Jazz that came from the West Coast.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand,
A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand.
A saxophone sighs in the corner, low,
We found the tune only lovers know.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
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
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
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
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.
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t Revival’s Martina & Jasper take you on a journey down the West Coast, come enjoy it’s history, enjoy it’s vibe, enjoy the Blues and Jazz that came from the West Coast.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martrina and Jasper hit the road where the neon hums, barbecue smoke drifts across back alleys, and chrome glints under Southern moonlight. This playlist is their songbook — a journey through plates piled high, nights that never end, and the roar of engines chasing freedom. Down highways lined with magnolia and diners glowing in the dark.
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.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martrina and Jasper hit the road where the neon hums, barbecue smoke drifts across back alleys, and chrome glints under Southern moonlight. This playlist is their songbook — a journey through plates piled high, nights that never end, and the roar of engines chasing freedom. Down highways lined with magnolia and diners glowing in the dark.
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 stones.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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.
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
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
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.
Martrina and Jasper hit the road where the neon hums, barbecue smoke drifts across back alleys, and chrome glints under Southern moonlight. This playlist is their songbook — a journey through plates piled high, nights that never end, and the roar of engines chasing freedom. Down highways lined with magnolia and diners glowing in the dark.
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 go.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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.
Martrina and Jasper hit the road where the neon hums, barbecue smoke drifts across back alleys, and chrome glints under Southern moonlight. This playlist is their songbook — a journey through plates piled high, nights that never end, and the roar of engines chasing freedom. Down highways lined with magnolia and diners glowing in the dark.
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.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martrina and Jasper hit the road where the neon hums, barbecue smoke drifts across back alleys, and chrome glints under Southern moonlight. This playlist is their songbook — a journey through plates piled high, nights that never end, and the roar of engines chasing freedom. Down highways lined with magnolia and diners glowing in the dark.
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.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martrina and Jasper hit the road where the neon hums, barbecue smoke drifts across back alleys, and chrome glints under Southern moonlight. This playlist is their songbook — a journey through plates piled high, nights that never end, and the roar of engines chasing freedom. Down highways lined with magnolia and diners glowing in the dark.
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.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martrina and Jasper hit the road where the neon hums, barbecue smoke drifts across back alleys, and chrome glints under Southern moonlight. This playlist is their songbook — a journey through plates piled high, nights that never end, and the roar of engines chasing freedom. Down highways lined with magnolia and diners glowing in the dark.
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.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martrina and Jasper hit the road where the neon hums, barbecue smoke drifts across back alleys, and chrome glints under Southern moonlight. This playlist is their songbook — a journey through plates piled high, nights that never end, and the roar of engines chasing freedom. Down highways lined with magnolia and diners glowing in the dark.
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.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martrina & Jasper - Drifter’s Blues (Austin at Midnight)
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Martrina and Jasper hit the road where the neon hums, barbecue smoke drifts across back alleys, and chrome glints under Southern moonlight. This playlist is their songbook — a journey through plates piled high, nights that never end, and the roar of engines chasing freedom. Down highways lined with magnolia and diners glowing in the dark.
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 the secrets that I keep.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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.
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.
Martrina and Jasper hit the road where the neon hums, barbecue smoke drifts across back alleys, and chrome glints under Southern moonlight. This playlist is their songbook — a journey through plates piled high, nights that never end, and the roar of engines chasing freedom. Down highways lined with magnolia and diners glowing in the dark.
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.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martrina and Jasper hit the road where the neon hums, barbecue smoke drifts across back alleys, and chrome glints under Southern moonlight. This playlist is their songbook — a journey through plates piled high, nights that never end, and the roar of engines chasing freedom. Down highways lined with magnolia and diners glowing in the dark.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.
Martrina and Jasper hit the road where the neon hums, barbecue smoke drifts across back alleys, and chrome glints under Southern moonlight. This playlist is their songbook — a journey through plates piled high, nights that never end, and the roar of engines chasing freedom. Down highways lined with magnolia and diners glowing in the dark.
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.
Lock the door behind you, leave the world outside, I’ve been waiting, honey, for the dark to be my guide. Don’t need no diamonds, don’t need no show, Just stay right here and keep the
I've been down in the delta, chasin' ghosts in the rain... Felt the weight of your leavin', like chains on my chain... Whiskey tears on my pillow, callin' out your name... But tonight in this
Every step we’re taking, the road shines up ahead Through the doubts and shadows, I choose hope instead No one’s gonna break me, this fire’s burning true The night feels brighter when I’m walking with
Listen, lovers, to a tale of hearts entwined, On a mountain, where their dreams were once aligned. In the valley, shadows whispered of a cost, Two souls bound by love, but one would soon be
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I've walked these dusty roads, where the whiskey flows like rain, Carried my broken heart, through the fire and the pain. Shadows in the alley, whisperin' your name, But you left me cold, darlin', playin'
Midnight is waiting, the clock holds its breath Whispers of silence are speaking of death The stars have all vanished, the sky has no flame I call into darkness, but none hear my name
I painted my nights in shades of regret, Chased faded dreams I can't forget. The jukebox hums our old refrain, But your gravel voice calls through the pain.
Neon flickers down the border street, Saxophone hums where shadows meet. Laughter drifts from a cabaret glow, Secrets linger where the night winds blow.
Raindrops tapping on the old brick walls, Neon flickers down the empty halls. A piano hums where the shadows meet, Echoing softly in the Willamette heat.
Brownstone steps and laughter on the air, Trumpet lines curling up the stair. A rhythm fades down an old back street, But the heartbeat still keeps the beat.
Streetlamps brush the palm trees by the sand, A low bass hum, and your hand in my hand. A saxophone sighs in the corner, low, We found the tune only lovers know.
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
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
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
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.