Dead Man's Mile

A slow outlaw blues walk through regret and memory, dusty guitars and a tired harmonica echoing a life lived on the edge of the highway. (LYRICS by Andy Mitchell) VERSE 1 Cold wind crawls up my back as I walk this broken road, and every breath I take feels heavier than the truth I never told. The sky hangs low like it’s waiting for me to face what I’ve done, and the smoke in my lungs tastes like the deal I made just to carry on. CHORUS This dead man’s mile keeps dragging me forward like it knows where I’ll fall, and the devil behind me counts my footsteps like he’s heard my final call. There’s a harmonica crying in my coat louder than the pain I hide, and every note it plays feels like a memory I buried but never survived. VERSE 2 Caught my reflection in a rusted sign and saw a man I used to know, someone who gave everything he had and still had nowhere left to go. The past keeps whispering in a voice that sounds too much like mine, and the road keeps answering back with silence that reminds me of the time. CHORUS This dead man’s mile keeps dragging me forward like it knows where I’ll fall, and the devil behind me counts my footsteps like he’s heard my final call. There’s a harmonica crying in my coat louder than the pain I hide, and every note it plays feels like a memory I buried but never survived. OUTRO If the road don’t break me, the memories will, but I keep walking through the dark, ’cause stopping feels like surrender, and surrender’s never been part of my mark.