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عظة : عمانوئيل
يوحنا نبيل 
خدمة جبل الرب 
mountain of God 🌟👑🌍 

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عظة : عمانوئيل

MR CRUMP AND THE MEMPHIS BLUES
© 2025 Lance Thomas Davidson All Rights Reserved

Preamble:
This work is a newly authored blues composition containing entirely original lyrical material except for one historically public-domain line derived from the early Memphis campaign song associated with W. C. Handy. That public-domain line appears here in its authentic form: “Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here.” All other lines, verses, structures, refrains, and narrative elements in this composition are wholly original and constitute new copyrighted material.

I’ve got those Memphis blues, rollin’ down the line again,
That lonesome river hummin’ low, callin’ out just like a friend.

The night train rattled past me where the cypress shadows lean,
And every whistle cried a memory of the towns where I have been,
I felt the Delta breathing slow beneath the silver of the moon,
And every step along that road still hummed the same old tune.

Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here,
But I keep driftin’ anyway, holdin’ tight to what I hear,
And though the world keeps turnin’ rough, I steady through the year,
These Memphis blues gon’ follow me far as the highways clear.

I’ve walked through Beale Street early when the vendors set their stands,
Heard guitars moanin’ gentle in the warm of wakin’ lands,
Saw the faces of the workmen as they wiped the mornin’ sweat,
And knew the blues they carried were the ones I won’t forget.

Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here,
But the folks of Memphis whisper songs that chase away the fear,
They stomp their feet, they clap their hands, they make the night sincere,
And every shout and every cry rings strong from far and near.

I’ve felt the river rising when the storms begin to swell,
And heard the steamboat captain ring his heavy-shakin’ bell,
The levee workers chantin’ as they faced the muddy roar,
Singin’ blues that rolled like thunder all along the shore.

Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here,
But still the hearts of Memphis folk stay steady and sincere,
They bend but never crumble when the weight is drawin’ near,
And through it all the Memphis blues remain the song they hear.

I’ve wandered down the backroads where the gravel meets the clay,
Heard lonely footsteps echoin’ at the close of weary day,
And though my sorrow lingers like the smoke that won’t unwind,
These Memphis blues remind me there’s a strength I’ll always find.

Mister Crump don’t low no easy riders here,
But I keep movin’ forward with my eyes a little clear,
For even though the skies may break and nights may disappear,
These Memphis blues lift up my soul and wipe away the tear.

The world keeps changin’, slow or fast, but blues don’t ever fade,
They rise from every heartbreak that a ramblin’ life has made,
And when the road gets heavy and my footsteps tumble small,
The Memphis blues reach out to me and never let me fall.

So when the lantern’s flickerin’ and the midnight hums its song,
And the town is sleepin’ gentle though the night is deep and long,
I’ll hum the tune of Memphis till the mornin’ light is new,
These blues have walked beside me, and they always pull me through.

I’ve got those Memphis blues, softly carryin’ me home,
Where every heartbeat finds its place and no one walks alone.



Mr. Crump and the Memphis Blues

Simple Man's Blues

He walked alone where the sand met the thunder,
A shepherd’s heart wrapped in ancient flame.
Every dune held a secret to wonder,
Every silence whispered out his name.

He heard the call in the smoke on the mountain,
He felt the weight of the promise rise.
And though the world was thirsty for fountains,
He carried hope beneath the skies.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time.

The nights were long, but the stars were steady,
Lighting paths no mortal feet had known.
A restless people, hearts never ready,
Yet he bore the burden not his own.

He raised his staff and the waters listened,
He spoke of laws carved in sacred stone.
Behind his eyes, the desert glistened,
A fire only heaven could have sown.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time…

Ba-da-dum, ba-da-yaaa…
Mmm-mm, sway low… sway low…
Shoo-doo-wah… desert winds blow…

Some nights he questioned the road before him,
Some nights he stood where the shadows grew.
But every dawn set a promise o’er him,
A fragile world made fierce and new.

He felt the weight of a million choices,
He felt the pull of a distant light.
And in the murmurs of trembling voices,
He found the courage to stand upright.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time.

Oh, he walked where the boundaries fade,
Where heaven and earth strike a chord unplayed.
Oh, he carried a people’s dream,
Through burning sand and a sun supreme.

At the edge of promise he stood in silence,
A life of service beneath the sky.
Though he never crossed into fields of triumph,
His legacy refused to die.

For every heart that remembers the story,
For every soul that still seeks the sign,
His footsteps echo in ancient glory,
A path of dust, a path divine.

For forty years he wandered through revelation,
Through desert winds and secrets of the divine.
Each step a whisper of a forming nation,
Each dawn a sign that he was held by time…
held by time… held by time…

So when the night grows heavy…
and the road  feels far from home,
remember all the wanderers who walked for you,
toward promise and toward throne.
remember the wanderer, who walked for you…

Desert of Divine Secrets

الحق

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