Whisky Winds from Blues Omertà by Vin Mott

well Im leaving in the morning, I packed my close
chasing that southern sun down
well my father just shook my hand and, said to me “son,
go on and make me proud”
only thing that worries me is
whether I know how

well now two thousand miles are up ahead
like a river wild
and I’ll sleep baby, when I’m dead
ol’ Pete can reconcile
whiskey winds keep blowing
with each and every mile

well i passed through Virginia and Tennessee
but left them in my dust
every town here looks just the same
filled with shacks and rust
blues billowing around me
like some bonfire musk

well I strum my guitar and i blow my harp
sing to the pale moon light
and I’m not in a bad place and i feel free
make way for southern night
hard time might be ahead but that
road will make it right

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