Smokehouse Blues [Blues Rock]

Smokehouse Blues - Human / AI Hybrid Music Creation.
Blues Rock.
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Lyrics:

Down by the river, where the willow weeps,
There's a place where the secrets keep,
Old smokehouse stands, weathered and gray,
Stories of the night, they come to play.

In the heart of the night, when the world is still,
You can hear the whispers, if you will,
Ghosts of the past, they dance and sing,
In the smokehouse shadows, where memories cling.

Smokehouse blues, in the midnight air,
Haunting tunes, with a devil's glare,
Echoes of the past, in the timber's moan,
Smokehouse blues, chills you to the bone.

Moonlight through the cracks, shadows on the floor,
Footsteps in the dark, leading to the door,
A guitar's lonely wail, and a mournful cry,
In the smokehouse, where the spirits lie.

Old man Johnson, he played the blues,
In that smokehouse, with worn-out shoes,
His soul in every note, pain in every chord,
Now his spirit lingers, in that old wood board.

Smokehouse blues, in the midnight air,
Haunting tunes, with a devil's glare,
Echoes of the past, in the timber's moan,
Smokehouse blues, chills you to the bone.

As the dawn breaks, the shadows fade,
But the smokehouse blues, in your mind, they stayed,
With a heavy heart, and a soul that’s bruised,
You’ll remember the night of the smokehouse blues.

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