Corinne Delacroix - Moon in My Whiskey Glass

Slow acoustic blues with smoky female vocals: a woman, a whiskey glass and the moon she keeps drinking down, past midnight in an empty house. Past midnight the house is quiet and the back door is open; Corinne Delacroix sits at the kitchen table with a whiskey glass, and the moon has come in to lie down where he used to sit. He said he'd be home before the summer was over, and she is still pouring for two. A fingerpicked acoustic guitar answers every line she sings and a lonesome harmonica breathes in the spaces between, in the slow acoustic blues manner of a small room late at night. Listen for the extended solo before the last chorus, when she finally admits what the moon has been holding for her. "Moon in My Whiskey Glass" - performed by Corinne Delacroix. An original late-night acoustic slow blues lament from Home Of Blues. LYRICS Past midnight and the house is holding its breath Nothing moving but the ice inside my glass The back door's open and the moon comes walking in Lays itself down right where you used to sit I pour a little more so it has somewhere to go You said you'd be home before the summer was over Now the nights turn cold and I'm still pouring for two I don't speak your name, I let the whiskey say it It burns slow, Lord, a whole lot slower than you Moon in my whiskey glass Silver and cold, and it never asks me why The only lover that comes home every night I keep drinking it down, it keeps floating back up Moon in my whiskey glass I remember the night you sang to me in this kitchen Radio down low, your hand warm on the small of my back You said the moonlight looked good on me, and I believed it Funny, it's the only thing of yours I got to keep Moon in my whiskey glass Silver and cold, and it never asks me why The only lover that comes home every night I keep drinking it down, it keeps floating back up Moon in my whiskey glass I ain't waiting, I'm just up late I ain't crying, it's just the smoke in my eyes I ain't lonely, I got the moon And it holds on tighter than you ever tried Moon in my whiskey glass Silver and cold, and it never asks me why (oh, it never asks me why) The only lover that comes home every night I keep drinking it down, it keeps floating back up (floating back up to me) Moon in my whiskey glass Moon in my whiskey glass Moon in my whiskey glass Guess it's just you and me now, moon Subscribe for a new original blues every week:    / @homeofblues   Slow blues playlist:    • Deep Blues | Slow, Emotional & Vintage   #Blues #SlowBlues #WhiskeyBlues #FemaleBluesVocals