Ain't it %s left me last night,
We sing the blues by the graveyard,
With loved one gone filling every heart,
And what can I do.
The graveyard winds whisper low,
As sing the blues we roam,
Through poor condition we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each pain in my heart shares a story,
Of sweet release and more,
The dirty 4th street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lonesome heart we find our way,
By old downtown we stand,
Though worried feeling may stray,
We join heart to heart a...