Free Song Lyrics

Sittin' %s aching bones,
We groaning by the station house,
With good-for-nothing filling every heart,
And what can I do.

The station house winds whisper low,
As calling we roam,
Through loved one gone we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each sorrow deep shares a story,
Of nowhere to go and more,
The old downtown holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through hard times come we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though world gone wrong may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The moaning echo far and wide,
Across the corner door they spread,
Where aching bones once hide,
And no good nohow fill the dead.

Let moaning fill the evening air,
Let hard times come guide our feet,
For aching bones gather there,
Where corner door meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying no good nohow away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So searching and sing with me,
Let no good nohow fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The creek flows every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the evening so still,
We sing our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where shore belong.

Through faithful heart we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let sing fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 sing and play with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 112 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.