Description

Blues rock, Medium tempo, bluesy, gritty, delta blues, swagger, Mississippi Hill Country, moody, tough, alternative, rock, Southern, Americana, Male vocals, harmonica, percussion, drums, electric guitar, bass

Lyrics

Well it was a time of consternation,
ain’t nowhere to run ain’t nowhere to hide, no consolation
They say that Man is prodigal son
who spends their years in darkness and strife til days are done.

Tell old pharaoh, way down in Egypt’s land
Make my people bound for promised sand.

The field’s are burnin’, the flames rise higher
The devil’s path is darker than black, so carry the fire.
So do what you can, and you might find
A brighter year for all of mankind.

Tell old pharaoh, way down in Egypt’s land
Make my people bound for promised sand.