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Ashes of the Master - The King's Blues Club
I walked that red dirt road again
Where my shadow used to crawl
A child was steel upon his wrists
Now I carry five for all
The moon don't blink
The stars don't speak
But the wind knows who I am
Each step I take
The blues awake
Like a ghost with a burning hand
Mama sang beneath the cypress tree
While the night was cracked with pain
I learned to hum with broken ribs
And whistle through the rain
They whipped our names into the ground
But they never broke my song
That shack was cold
But the blues was bold
And it kept my soul strong
Ashes of the master
Drifting through the night
A fire for every wound that never saw the light
No sermon, no confession
No mercy in the flame
Just the blues and silent justice
Washing out his name
The fields still grow
But they don't forget
The hands that bled this land
The porch still creaks
Where he once stood
With whiskey and a brand
But now the house is made of smoke
The windows screaming red
And I just sit and pick these strings
While his legacy lies dead
No crown, no chains
No master's bell
Just ashes on the floor
No name to carve
No soul to damn
The blues don't need no war
The past is cinder in the grass
The story is black and bare
But I play truth through trembling notes
And leave it burning there
Ashes of the master
Rising in the haze
A song for every silence we carried through those days
No vengeance, no more shadow
No need to curse or fight
Just the blues that walks in freedom and justice lit tonight
I ain't speaking for revenge
I just came to play my blues
And let the fire say the rest
