(1938) Buried My Faith in the River Clay — Martha Lou Freeman

Описание: Step back into the haunting world of forgotten American folk history with this lost blues recording from 1938: Buried My Faith in the River Clay — the rare voice of Martha Lou Freeman. Restored from an old shellac disc and carefully remastered, this track captures the raw soul of pre-war Delta blues, Southern gospel folk, and spiritual laments whispered across ghost towns and riverbanks. If you love authentic blues roots, atmospheric country gospel, and mysterious archival field recordings, this is your time capsule into a vanished era.

In this recording, the emotion of the Mississippi Delta meets early Southern church hymns, echoing themes of faith, sorrow, redemption, and the silent weight of American history. The texture of time, the crackle of dust, and the whispered stories of rural life create an immersive listening experience that blends haunting vocals with vintage blues guitar and deep spiritual undertones. Perfect for listeners who crave real, imperfect, emotionally-charged music that sounds like it was unearthed from an abandoned barn or a forgotten back-porch session at sundown.

This video is indicated for audiences who appreciate vintage blues, old American folk, Delta roots, pre-war gospel, field-recorded music, and historically inspired acoustic performances. Whether you're a blues historian, a vinyl collector, a folk enthusiast, or someone who enjoys atmospheric, rustic storytelling through music, this is made for you.

Dive into the raw sound of a ghostly past and rediscover the music that shaped generations long before the modern world. Each Lost Tape in this archive preserves memory, emotion, and a spiritual echo that refuses to fade.



Buried My Faith in the River Clay

The water rose last spring, Lord, rose right up to my chin Tore the roof off the church house, let the muddy sorrow in I cried out to the heavens, I begged the Savior's grace But the only hand that reached me was the river's cold embrace.

Now I got nothin' to believe in, no hymn left in my throat Buried My Faith in the River Clay, tied to a broken boat The current stole my hope, Lord, and the flood took all my prayer Just the sound of the deep water, rushin' through the air.

I gave my life to Jesus, I never missed a Sunday school I thought my honest livin' meant He’d keep me safe and cool But He let the storm wash over, took my little child away Showed me that the mighty river is stronger than I can pray.

I walked down to the bankside, saw the clay was slick and brown I took my little Bible, and I pressed it deep down, down Said, "If you can't protect me, Lord, then I don't need your book" And I turned my back to the water, with a cold and steady look.

Now I got nothin' to believe in, no hymn left in my throat Buried My Faith in the River Clay, tied to a broken boat The current stole my hope, Lord, and the flood took all my prayer Just the sound of the deep water, rushin' through the air.

Oh, the good book's buried deep now, beneath the twisted roots And the only gospel music I hear is the mournful owl hoots... River, river, muddy clay... you took it all away.




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