Coda: The Blues ft. Dean Bowman Lyrics

The depression deepened

Nineteen thirty-one

And tanked the singing career of Skip James

Hard times

Everywhere you go

Everywhere people drifting door to door

Dragging, slow

Nowhere a heaven-haven

And who cares where they go

The depression deepened

Nineteen thirty-one

And tanked the singing career of Skip James

Hard times

Everywhere you go

Everywhere people drifting door to door

Dragging, slow

Nowhere a heaven-haven

And who cares where they go

The power, the drive

The engine of that ancient lonesome song

Where did it come from

To light on those fiery discs

Eighteen songs

Set down in Grafton Wisconsin

The power, the drive

The engine of that ancient lonesome song

Where did it come from

To light on those fiery discs

Eighteen songs

Set down in Grafton Wisconsin

And Skip did make with those discs

A celestial mode

And you know, though you're turning your back

You know

Where the power comes from

And where alone it comes from

From what little tent

By what great river

What onyx depth of indominable life

Whose other lesser name

You hear sometimes

In your service

Hope

You know what it seems

If just once more ever I get up

Off of this killing floor

Never again will I lie down

Fall down

Be pushed down here or shot down

Come back down

Never anymore

Anymore

Never again

Never anymore

Never

Never anymore

Never

Never anymore