Northern heart, Southern soul
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I was feeling like a pilgrim on my way to the
holy land, I was feeling like a pilgrim on my way to the
holy land, A journey to the past, the place where it all
began.. Landed down in Landed down in My spirit ran high, this blues singer’s
homeward bound.. I’m just a northern heart with a southern soul, born a hundred years too late in the land of snow. But now I’m standing in the delta, had many
miles to go, and I finally feel at home, feel at home.. Found myself at a crossroads, guitar in my hands,
Found myself at a crossroads, guitar in my hands,
Well, the dark came creepin’ as I was waitin’
for the man.. I’ve
heard so many legends told, from the days of old.. To
learn them blues, you gotta sell your soul.. An
easy way to be the best around.. Seal
the deal and soon you’re goin’ down.. I’m just a northern heart with a southern soul, born a hundred years too late in the land of snow. But now I’m standing in the delta, had many
miles to go, and I finally feel at home, feel at home..
People, singin’ the blues surely mean the world
to me, Been around the world but there’s one place
I’d rather be, I’ll be back some day, I’m missin’ I’m just a northern heart with a southern soul, born a hundred years too late in the land of snow. But now I’m standing in the delta, had many
miles to go, and I finally feel at home, feel at home..
"..This
song is about my
"pilgrimage"to the Mississippi Delta!
To finally be there and mentally and musically coming home.
Grand,
incredibly wonderful are the first words that I find when I'm going to
describe feelings around this trip to the home of the blues! I did a small tour in the
Mississippi Delta with gigs in |
