TIN ROOF BLUES
Rain’s hammerin’ hard on the tin roof’s scars,
Patched with old wire and a prayer to the stars.
The wind claws the walls, but the beams hold tight,
I’m safe in the dark of this lonesome night.
The shack groans low, like a widow’s cry,
Each drop’s a debt to the storm in the sky.
I stoke up the fire, let the embers sing,
A roof’s all I got ‘gainst the devil’s sting.
Tin Roof Blues, where the rain don’t quit,
Every leak’s a battle, every nail’s a hit.
I’ll mend what’s broke till the dawn breaks through,
This shack’s my stand, and it’s all I’ll do.
The nails are rusted, the boards half-rotted,
But this shack’s mine, though the world’s long-plotted.
I mend with what’s left—some twine, some grit,
Every leak’s a fight I ain’t quittin’ yet.
The storm don’t care for the man inside,
It howls for the weak, for the ones who hide.
I brace the door, and I hold my ground,
This roof’s my shelter where hope is found.
Tin Roof Blues, let the thunder roar,
I’ll hold this ground till it rains no more.
One plank, one nail, one spark in the gloom,
This roof’s my fight ‘gainst the comin’ doom.
Some men build castles, some men build graves,
Me, I patch holes where the storm misbehaves.
The wind’s got a voice, but it don’t know my name,
I’ll fight this rain till I’m free of the shame.
Tin Roof Blues, let the thunder roar,
I’ll hold this ground till it rains no more.
One plank, one nail, one spark in the gloom,
This roof’s my fight ‘gainst the comin’ doom.
This roof’s my fight… till the comin’ doom.