Mississippi_fred_mcdowell_you_gotta_move

The clock don’t care for the crown you wear,Or the silver in your hand;When the Master calls through the heavy air,You’ll leave this weary land.

No use in hiding, no use in flight,The shadow’s gonna find your door;It’s a lonesome walk in the dead of night,To the golden, distant shore. mississippi_fred_mcdowell_you_gotta_move

This poem is inspired by the steady, hypnotic rhythm and the uncompromising spiritual message of Mississippi Fred McDowell’s "You Gotta Move." The clock don’t care for the crown you

The bottleneck slides like a silver ghost,Pressing hard on the iron string,A hollow moan from the Delta coast,Where the spirit begins to sing. Or the silver in your hand