Mississippi Iron & American Rust | Deep Voice Southern Blues | Rusty Garage

Mississippi Iron and American Rust — an original song by Lumavory. A weathered Southern blues story about fathers, old trucks, closed factories, lifelong love and a garage that keeps the memories alive. Deep gravelly vocals, dirty slide guitar and warm organ. Funny English lyrics about auto repairs and construction. Garage visuals with animated dust and warm light halos. LYRICS Daddy kept a flag above the garage door, Sun took the red, but he loved it more. Coffee in a paint cup, boots full of clay, He could hear a bad bearing half a mile away. Outside of Clarksdale, summer eighty-three, He handed down a wrench and a wreck to me. Said, "Son, that truck ain't pretty, but it'll get you home." Then charged me twenty dollars for the wrench I'd borrowed. Mississippi iron and American rust, A little bit of mercy and a whole lot of dust. I ain't made of money, I ain't made of stone, Just an old man keeping one more engine going. Let that six-string holler, let the river roll, There's a flag above the garage and some fire in this soul. Worked the night shift till they chained that factory gate, Boss said, "We're a family," then he moved out of state. Earl brought a six-pack, I brought jumper leads, We fixed the church van with a prayer and elbow grease. My boy bought an electric, says it never needs a wrench, I said, "That's nice, now tell me where you keep the engine scent." He laughed and hugged my shoulder, said, "You're living in the past." I said, "Then why's your fancy charger plugged into my shack?" Mississippi iron and American rust, A little bit of mercy and a whole lot of dust. I ain't made of money, I ain't made of stone, Just an old man keeping one more engine going. Let that six-string holler, let the river roll, There's a flag above the garage and some fire in this soul. Earl's old chair is empty, I still leave it by the door, Two mugs on the workbench like a hundred times before. Mary brings my supper, says the whole place smells like rain, Forty years she's loved a man she could never quite explain. I built our porch a little crooked, she calls it modern art, Says, "You can fix an engine, but don't you touch this heart." Mississippi iron and American rust, A little bit of mercy and a whole lot of dust. I ain't made of money, but this little place is home, And an old man's got a reason to keep one more engine going. Let that six-string holler, let the river roll, There's a flag above the garage and some fire in this soul. Daddy, she's still running. Yeah, she's still running. #OriginalSong #RockMusic #GarageMusic #Lumavory