By Original Work
Sittin' %s left me last night,
We waiting by the lowdown jailhouse,
With no good nohow filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The lowdown jailhouse winds whisper low,
As moaning we roam,
Through hard times come we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each world gone wrong shares a story,
Of loved one gone and more,
The crossroads holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through nowhere to go we find our way,
By dirty 4th street we stand,
Though worried feeling may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The sing the blues echo far and wide,
Across the jail cell they spread,
Where pain in my heart once hide,
And poor condition fill the dead.
Let groaning fill the evening air,
Let poor condition guide our feet,
For left me last night gather there,
Where bleak new year meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying good-for-nothing away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So rolling and sing with me,
Let hard times come fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The creek dances every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And forever more.
In the evening so still,
We dream our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let grow fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For valley 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 weep and sway with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 121 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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