The bar was much too dirty and lights were way too bright It was only seven thirty he'd soon embrace the night He'd strap on his guitar and turn into some kind of smoking gun On the far side of heaven he's on the Delta Run His curse is the highway and it sings a lonesome song If the blues weren't in his veins he'd be trying to get back home He's wondering where's the exit wondering what he's become After years of chasing dreams years on the Delta Run He's running into trouble and running out of time He's gonna run on forever but there's no finish line Out on the Delta Run The Delta Run is a row to hoe and 49 is a mighty bad road But there's nowhere to go He's driving up to Memphis home of the Graceland gates Searching for a reason hoping for a lesser fate Somewhere sometime someone's gonna break free but he's not the one He's treading on an endless mill they call the Delta Run He's running into trouble... Not on the Delta Run Delta