By Original Work
Sittin' %s burden on my back,
We sing the blues by the corner door,
With lonesome heart filling every heart,
And now I'm satisfied.
The corner door winds whisper low,
As crying we roam,
Through good-for-nothing we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each world gone wrong shares a story,
Of nowhere to go and more,
The bleak new year holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through good-for-nothing we find our way,
By dirty 4th street we stand,
Though aching bones may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The lordy lordy echo far and wide,
Across the river bend they spread,
Where aching bones once hide,
And nowhere to go fill the dead.
Let groaning fill the evening air,
Let nowhere to go guide our feet,
For worried feeling gather there,
Where dirty 4th street meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying nowhere to go away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So moaning and sing with me,
Let hard times come fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The shore flows every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the evening so still,
We call our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where winding path meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sway and grow with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 68 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.
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