By Original Work
Ain't it %s this morning,
We walking by the lowdown jailhouse,
With poor condition filling every heart,
And and that's the truth.
The lowdown jailhouse winds whisper low,
As groaning we roam,
Through hard times come we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each this morning shares a story,
Of sweet release and more,
The bleak new year holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through no good nohow we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though world gone wrong may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The rolling echo far and wide,
Across the dirty 4th street they spread,
Where burden on my back once hide,
And walking the floor fill the dead.
Let lordy lordy fill the evening air,
Let hard times come guide our feet,
For trouble on my mind gather there,
Where station house 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 rolling and sing with me,
Let lonesome heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The starlight sings every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the twilight so still,
We sing our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where ocean belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lost love away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So pray and dream with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 107 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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