Blues Rebel

In the dust of the aftermath, where the silence screams
Harry walks the wasteland, a shadow of dreams
Leather boots on cracked earth, a rhythm so hollow
He's a rockabilly rebel in a world gone fallow

With a slicked-back quiff, and a jacket of lore
He's the last of the greasers, with the world to explore
Through the neon graveyard, he struts with grace
A lone wolf howling, in the nuclear embrace

Stray cat in the ruins, with a heart of chrome
Dancing through the desolation, making it his home
He's the king of the ghost town, with a jukebox crown
Spinning records of the past, as the sun goes down

Oh, Harry, with your guitar strapped tight
Play the chords of survival, into the night
The atomic heartbreak, the radioactive moan
You're the beat in the silence, forever alone

Stray cat in the ruins, with a heart of chrome
Dancing through the desolation, making it his home
He's the king of the ghost town, with a jukebox crown
Spinning records of the past, as the sun goes down

Past the relics of the old world, under the crimson sky
Harry finds the rhythm, in the echoes of goodbye
He's a rockabilly phantom, in a land of rust
With every step he's taking, he's kicking up dust

So let the guitar wail, like the winds of fate
Harry's song of hope, in a world desolate
He's the spirit of rock, in a silent land
The last rockabilly, making his final stand