Whiskey In My Teacup, Blues In My Soul

6 weeks ago by @jerrypettit

Liner Notes

If J.D. can pretend to have "country roots", I can too.

I hope you enjoy the song!

Lyrics

WHISKEY IN MY TEACUP, BLUES IN MY SOUL

Words & Music
By
Jerry Pettit
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Down the line of my kin,
where the roots run deep,
There’s a story in the soil
that my soul always keeps.
From the dust of the earth,
to where the whiskey barrels roll,
There's a legacy of spirit,
and a blues born in my soul.

CHORUS:
WHISKEY IN MY TEACUP,
BLUES IN MY SOUL
I sip at the history
that the old ones quietly told.
A melody of heartache,
in the chords that they stole,
With WHISKEY IN MY TEACUP,
BLUES IN MY SOUL.

Granddad’s voice at the fireside,
tales tall as the trees,
Of hardships and laughter,
of loving and of grief.
He’d pour a little whiskey
in the good china oh so fine,
And say, "It smooths the edges
of these blues of mine."

CHORUS:
WHISKEY IN MY TEACUP,
BLUES IN MY SOUL
I sip at the history
that the old ones quietly told.
A melody of heartache,
in the chords that they stole,
With WHISKEY IN MY TEACUP,
BLUES IN MY SOUL.

Granddad walked through the valleys,
so shadowed and so cold,
I felt the weight of his woes,
through the stories that he told.
In each drop of his whiskey,
there was fire that was true.
It helped burn away the sorrow,
helped light his sad way through.

Now I'm standing at the crossroads,
with my own heritage clear,
I've listened to the songs
and the spirits of yesteryear.
And now to my own children,
I’ll pass this cup so revered,
And fill them with that wisdom
that will help with their own fears.

CHORUS:
WHISKEY IN MY TEACUP,
BLUES IN MY SOUL
I sip at the history
that the old ones quietly told.
A melody of heartache,
in the chords that they stole,
With WHISKEY IN MY TEACUP,
BLUES IN MY SOUL.

© 2024, Jerry Pettit

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