My Soul Ain't for Sale
Автор: Smoky Soul Blues Lounge
Загружено: 2025-11-27
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“My Soul Ain’t for Sale” is a fast-paced Chicago whiskey blues storm, telling the fiery tale of a man facing the ultimate test—a guitar duel with the devil himself. Tempted by fame and fortune, he strums, bends, and wails with everything he’s got, standing firm in his refusal to sell his soul.
Feel the intensity of every riff, the pulse of every drum, and the raw energy of a blues battle that’s more than just music—it’s a fight for integrity, pride, and freedom.
🎸 Plug in, turn it up, and witness a duel you won’t forget.
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Lyrics:
Midnight on the crossroads, wind cuttin’ through the pines,
Heard a low growl in the shadows, smelled smoke in the moonlit lines.
A figure stepped from the darkness, boots burnin’ in a pale blue glow,
He said, “Son, I heard you playin’… got a deal you oughta know.”
He handed me a red-hot Gibson, smile sharp as a rusted nail,
Said, “Play me one good chorus, boy, and your name will never fail.”
But I felt fire in my fingers, not the kind that comes from hell—
Just the old blues runnin’ through me, a truth I knew too well.
We played till the sky turned silent,
Devil grinnin’—cold and pale.
He tried to buy my heartbeat,
But my soul ain’t for sale.
He hit a howl like thunder, slid a riff sharp as a blade,
I answered with a slow bend, every note a barricade.
The ground shook with our boogie, sparks flyin’ from the strings,
Two shadows locked in music, like furious midnight kings.
He whispered, “Boy, you’re somethin’—
Take my hand, we’ll split the world in two.”
But the groove kept pushin’ forward,
And the only truth I knew:
The blues ain’t meant for dyin’,
It’s for livin’ raw and real—
And no devil dressed in darkness
Can change the way I feel.
We played till the sky turned silent,
Devil grinnin’—cold and pale.
He tried to buy my heartbeat,
But my soul ain’t for sale.
He stomped and snarled and hollered,
But my beat rolled straight on through.
I said, “Devil, hear me clearly—
The blues don’t belong to you.”
Then dawn rose on the crossroads,
And he vanished in the light—
But the echo of our battle
Still burns in me tonight.
We played till the sky turned silent,
Devil grinnin’—cold and pale.
He tried to buy my heartbeat,
But my soul ain’t for sale.
We played till the sky turned silent,
Devil grinnin’—cold and pale.
He tried to buy my heartbeat,
But my soul ain’t for sale.
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