Traces Of Son House

i see the black engine steam

snarling in the metal like a beast

 

i say to myself,it´s was never clear

it was trying to hold the wind

 

my girl has gone

before the change of season she was mine

 

i say to myself,it´s was never clear

it was trying to hold the time

 

i walk beside a strange man

seems like a face of Son House

 

i say to myself,it´s was never clear

it was trying to hold the fall

 

 

May, 2006

 

Song link Red House

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