Homegrown Blues

Mama's callin' me home...

 

Well,

 

There is a sound I know

Like my mama’s voice:

Sweet and sincere,

Swayin and a swingin’,

Rockin’ her baby to sleep.

 

This sound has a beat;

A rhythm that holds no lies.

Slow and sturdy,

My mama’s a hummin’

Causin’ my heart to weep.

 

The solo guitar;

Rough fingers a pickin’;

As tears flow, fillin’

the bottoms of brown bottles,

My mama’s a cryin’,

Cryin’ herself to sleep.

 

Harmonicas and harmonies,

Narration of my soul;

She needs me,

I need her.

Blues and brain are in too deep.

 

Well,

 

I’m leavin’ these blues,

Walkin’ away from soul

‘Cause my mama’s a callin’,

Callin’ me home

Across this wide city sweep.

Reviews

[EVERYTHINGyoucantelltoS..]

my mamas not quite that person i would run home to...but i like this blues-y feel...makes it seem like some front porch concert on a saturday night with the neigborhood at your feet. Music is a melody, lyrics a concept...

[Steven Szepietowski]

this could be a blues sound about the blues! I don't suppose you sing or play guitar huh? Well, if you do, this reads so well that it could be a song. You really get down to the heart of what the blues is as a concept, it is a spot on match. Love the "mama's a callin".

[Steven]

this skips playfully. i enjoyed it.. my mama's callin' me home...