By Original Work
Tell me %s good ol' blues,
We sing the blues by the crossroads,
With good-for-nothing filling every heart,
And what can I do.
The crossroads winds whisper low,
As lordy lordy we roam,
Through lonesome heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each aching bones shares a story,
Of wasted years and more,
The old downtown holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through wasted years we find our way,
By graveyard we stand,
Though pain in my heart may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The searching echo far and wide,
Across the river bend they spread,
Where worried feeling once hide,
And no good nohow fill the dead.
Let crying fill the evening air,
Let hard times come guide our feet,
For worried feeling gather there,
Where old downtown 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 waiting and sing with me,
Let nowhere to go fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The shore sways every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the evening so still,
We dream our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where meadow belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though canyon may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 flow and pray with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 115 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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