Uploaded April 2026 | Updated September 2026, 4 hours ago
Blues Shoes
Back room, low light, table gone crooked
Dealer lookin’ sideways like I already took it
Smoke in the air, lies on cue
Floor don’t care what I been through
Phone keeps buzzin’, I don’t pick up
Same old voice tryna dress it up
Truth’s got a knife and it cuts right through
Leaves its mark in my blues shoes
Chorus
Blues shoes, heavy as debt
Every step’s a bad bet
No clean hands, no clean view
Just hard miles in blues shoes
Rain hits hard on a rusted sign
Name’s still there but it ain’t mine
Street don’t talk, it just lets you lose
Then walks away in your blues shoes
No preachin’, no alibi
No big words left to try
Just grit, just nerve, just dues
Paid in full by blues shoes
Chorus
Blues shoes, heavy as debt
Every step’s a bad bet
No clean hands, no clean view
Just hard miles in blues shoes
Don’t ask me where I’m goin’ to—
Road decides, not me or you
One thing left I can’t refuse…
Walk it out in blues shoes
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Muddy Rock Official Channel
/ @muddyrockband
Muddy Rock is a four-piece powerhouse melding raw Delta blues soul with Southern rock’s unbridled grit. Born where back-road juke joints meet muddy riverbanks, their sound is built on earthen guitar riffs, thunderous bass lines, and drumbeats that feel like a Southern storm rolling in.
Fronted by a gravel-voiced singer who channels heartache and rebellion in equal measure, and driven by guitarists who blend slide-steel mournfulness with snarling leads, Muddy Rock resurrects the spirit of swamp-grown music while carving a path all their own.
Blues Shoes
Back room, low light, table gone crooked
Dealer lookin’ sideways like I already took it
Smoke in the air, lies on cue
Floor don’t care what I been through
Phone keeps buzzin’, I don’t pick up
Same old voice tryna dress it up
Truth’s got a knife and it cuts right through
Leaves its mark in my blues shoes
Chorus
Blues shoes, heavy as debt
Every step’s a bad bet
No clean hands, no clean view
Just hard miles in blues shoes
Rain hits hard on a rusted sign
Name’s still there but it ain’t mine
Street don’t talk, it just lets you lose
Then walks away in your blues shoes
No preachin’, no alibi
No big words left to try
Just grit, just nerve, just dues
Paid in full by blues shoes
Chorus
Blues shoes, heavy as debt
Every step’s a bad bet
No clean hands, no clean view
Just hard miles in blues shoes
Don’t ask me where I’m goin’ to—
Road decides, not me or you
One thing left I can’t refuse…
Walk it out in blues shoes
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Muddy Rock Official Channel
/ @muddyrockband
Muddy Rock is a four-piece powerhouse melding raw Delta blues soul with Southern rock’s unbridled grit. Born where back-road juke joints meet muddy riverbanks, their sound is built on earthen guitar riffs, thunderous bass lines, and drumbeats that feel like a Southern storm rolling in.
Fronted by a gravel-voiced singer who channels heartache and rebellion in equal measure, and driven by guitarists who blend slide-steel mournfulness with snarling leads, Muddy Rock resurrects the spirit of swamp-grown music while carving a path all their own.
