Crows Over the Field | Southern Gothic Blues | Amara Blues

Nine days now they've been turning over the same low corner of the west field. They won't scatter when I shout, because they know what I put under. Crows over the field. A whispered confession from the edge of the cotton — the story of a woman whose buried sin grows crooked in the row, and the black wings that keep pointing folks toward it. 🎵 Crows Over the Field | Southern Gothic Blues | Amara Blues Amara Blues sings the songs the South buries — dark confessions of the devil, the grave, the river, and the sins folks don't speak of in daylight. Slow, weathered, haunted Southern Gothic Blues. 🖤 Subscribe and sit a while in the dark. 🔔 New songs every Tuesday and Friday. Crows over the field. They found it before the dogs did. They circle where the cotton's growing crooked. Pointing straight down at my sin. #SouthernGothic #DeltaBlues #AmaraBlues #DarkBlues #BluesMusic #CrowsOverTheField