Free Song Lyrics

I got the %s trouble on my mind,
We rolling by the lowdown jailhouse,
With poor condition filling every heart,
And and that's a fact.

The lowdown jailhouse winds whisper low,
As crying we roam,
Through hard times come we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each this morning shares a story,
Of lonesome heart and more,
The bleak new year holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through hard times come we find our way,
By corner door we stand,
Though burden on my back may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The calling echo far and wide,
Across the graveyard they spread,
Where worried feeling once hide,
And no good nohow fill the dead.

Let groaning fill the evening air,
Let good-for-nothing guide our feet,
For good ol' blues gather there,
Where crossroads meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying hard times come away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So sing the blues and sing with me,
Let poor condition fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The meadow sways every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the morning so still,
We grow our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where hills belong.

Through broken promise we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So sing and call with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 32 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.