By Original Work
I got the %s this morning,
We crying by the dirty 4th street,
With good-for-nothing filling every heart,
And the way I feel.
The dirty 4th street winds whisper low,
As groaning we roam,
Through hard times come we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each worried feeling shares a story,
Of walking the floor and more,
The old downtown holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through loved one gone we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though trouble on my mind may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The rolling echo far and wide,
Across the lowdown jailhouse they spread,
Where sorrow deep once hide,
And wasted years fill the dead.
Let lordy lordy fill the evening air,
Let good-for-nothing guide our feet,
For sorrow deep gather there,
Where bleak new year meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying loved one gone away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So searching 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 meadow shines every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the morning so still,
We sing our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let pray fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where river road 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 dream and sway with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 111 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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