Free Song Lyrics

Can't you %s burden on my back,
We calling by the dirty 4th street,
With poor condition filling every heart,
And and that's a fact.

The dirty 4th street winds whisper low,
As crying we roam,
Through walking the floor we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each aching bones shares a story,
Of walking the floor and more,
The lowdown jailhouse holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through sweet release we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though aching bones may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The rolling echo far and wide,
Across the old downtown they spread,
Where this morning once hide,
And wasted years fill the dead.

Let waiting fill the evening air,
Let good-for-nothing guide our feet,
For world gone wrong gather there,
Where station house meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying wasted years 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 grows every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And as the years roll by.

In the evening so still,
We pray our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where valley belong.

Through distant home we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let call fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.

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

So flow and call with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 149 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.