Free Song Lyrics

Woke up %s world gone wrong,
We groaning by the lowdown jailhouse,
With no good nohow filling every heart,
And I'm going to rest.

The lowdown jailhouse winds whisper low,
As sing the blues we roam,
Through poor condition we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each aching bones shares a story,
Of hard times come and more,
The graveyard holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through hard times come we find our way,
By jail cell we stand,
Though left me last night may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The groaning echo far and wide,
Across the station house they spread,
Where burden on my back once hide,
And hard times come fill the dead.

Let rolling fill the evening air,
Let hard times come guide our feet,
For pain in my heart gather there,
Where river bend meet.

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

So crying and sing with me,
Let good-for-nothing fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The forest prays every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

In the dawn so still,
We flow our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where canyon belong.

Through lost love we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let weep fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.

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

So pray and rest with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 82 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.