Quitman Street blues

Sure! Here’s a ### **Quitman Street Blues** [Guitar picking] [Harmonica] [Cello] #### **Verse 1** Down in Houston, where the shadows roam, I grew up on Quitman Street, called it home. Broken windows and crooked smiles, Living on the edge, running wild. [Guitar] Mama was too high, she couldn't strive, Daddy disappeared, dreams left for dead. We learned to hustle, fight to survive, In a neighborhood barely alive. #### **Chorus** *Quitman Street Blues, where the sirens cry,* *Where dreams get lost and the brave don't die.* *In the heart of Houston, where the truth is bare,* *Quitman Street Blues, I was raised right there.* [Harmonica] #### **Verse 2** I remember the corner store, faded sign, Selling cigarettes and cheap red wine. The old man on the porch, guitar in hand, Played the blues for the lost, a one-man band. Violence lingered like the Texas heat, Fists and gunshots echoed down the street. We found comfort in the rhythm of the rain, Living for the moment, embracing the pain. [Violin] #### **Chorus** *Quitman Street Blues, where the sirens cry,* *Where dreams get lost and the brave don't die.* *In the heart of Houston, where the truth is bare,* *Quitman Street Blues, I was raised right there.* [Guitar] [Harmonica] #### **Bridge** Lost souls wandered, searching for grace, In alleyways where secrets find their place. Graffiti walls told stories untold, Of forgotten hopes, dreams bought and sold. But beneath the struggle, we found a way, To laugh and love, come what may. Quitman Street taught me to stand tall, Where the blues would rise, and I gave it my all. #### **Chorus** *Quitman Street Blues, where the sirens cry,* *Where dreams get lost and the brave don't die.* *In the heart of Houston, where the truth is bare,* *Quitman Street Blues, I was raised right there.* #### **Verse 3** Time has passed, but the memories remain, Of a childhood painted in joy and pain. The echoes of the past still linger near, In every note of the blues I hold dear. Now I play these strings to remember it all, The sights and sounds, the rise and fall. Quitman Street, you shaped my soul, In your gritty embrace, I became whole. #### **Chorus** *Quitman Street Blues, where the sirens cry,* *Where dreams get lost and the brave don't die.* *In the heart of Houston, where the truth is bare,* *Quitman Street Blues, I was raised right there.* #### **Outro** So here’s to the street that made me strong, Where I found my rhythm, where I belong. Quitman Street, I owe you these tunes, Forever I'll sing my Quitman Street Blues.