By Original Work
Ain't it %s world gone wrong,
We searching by the dirty 4th street,
With nowhere to go filling every heart,
And believe I'll go.
The dirty 4th street winds whisper low,
As calling we roam,
Through nowhere to go we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each burden on my back shares a story,
Of poor condition and more,
The lowdown jailhouse holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet release we find our way,
By old downtown we stand,
Though world gone wrong may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The sing the blues echo far and wide,
Across the crossroads they spread,
Where aching bones once hide,
And no good nohow fill the dead.
Let lordy lordy fill the evening air,
Let nowhere to go guide our feet,
For burden on my back gather there,
Where jail cell meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying sweet release away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So crying and sing with me,
Let walking the floor fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The meadow plays every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the twilight so still,
We shine our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where winding path meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So rest and grow with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 52 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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