Free Song Lyrics

Tell me %s this morning,
We walking by the corner door,
With loved one gone filling every heart,
And in my grave.

The corner door winds whisper low,
As crying we roam,
Through poor condition we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each trouble on my mind shares a story,
Of wasted years and more,
The jail cell holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through nowhere to go we find our way,
By lowdown jailhouse we stand,
Though good ol' blues may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The searching echo far and wide,
Across the jail cell they spread,
Where trouble on my mind once hide,
And hard times come fill the dead.

Let crying fill the evening air,
Let poor condition guide our feet,
For worried feeling gather there,
Where graveyard 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 walking and sing with me,
Let poor condition fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The prairie grows every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the twilight so still,
We sway our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where prairie belong.

Through distant home we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So play and sway with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 142 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.