Verse:

I got the rhythm, I got the sound,

But something’s missin’—ain't grounded, ain't profound.

A heart full of echoes, but the weight won’t show,

Tryna sing the blues with a soul I don’t know.

Pre-Chorus:

Oh, I wish I could feel it, that pain in my veins,

But my story ain’t heavy, no thunder, no rain.

Chorus:

I can hum a tune, I can play a part,

But the soul’s not there when it leaves my heart.

I tried to dig deeper, but it won’t stay true,

Guess a white boy’s blues just won’t do.

Verse:

Took a stab at jazz, but it ain't my fight,

Those tangled notes just never sat right.

So here I am, stuck between the grooves,

Lost in the music I can't improve.

Pre-Chorus:

Oh, the notes are all right, but the fire’s all wrong,

Guess the soul I’m chasing was never my song.

Chorus:

I can hum a tune, I can play a part,

But the soul’s not there when it leaves my heart.

I tried to dig deeper, but it won’t stay true,

Guess a white boy’s blues just won’t do.

Pre-Chorus:

Oh, the notes are all right, but the fire’s all wrong,

Guess the soul I’m chasing was never my song.

Chorus:

I can hum a tune, I can play a part,

But the soul’s not there when it leaves my heart.

I tried to dig deeper, but it won’t stay true,

Guess a white boy’s blues just won’t do.

Bridge:

I’ll leave jazz alone, let it be what it is,

Won’t fake no tears for the love I can’t give.

But I’ll keep strumming, searching for my shade,

Maybe my blues ain’t the kind that get played.

Outro:

So here’s my truth, raw and unrefined,

A love for the music, but not the right kind.

I’ll keep singin’ anyway, even if it’s askew,

These awkward little blues, they’ll have to do.

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The inspiration came from the song "Don't Look Back" but as there are no styles submitted I did go with what I discerned was in there in parts. I left out the swing style, because I did work with it before