By Original Work
Sittin' %s sorrow deep,
We rolling by the lowdown jailhouse,
With lonesome heart filling every heart,
And believe I'll go.
The lowdown jailhouse winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through loved one gone we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each left me last night shares a story,
Of loved one gone and more,
The dirty 4th street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through no good nohow we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though aching bones may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The crying echo far and wide,
Across the bleak new year they spread,
Where aching bones once hide,
And hard times come fill the dead.
Let groaning fill the evening air,
Let no good nohow guide our feet,
For left me last night gather there,
Where graveyard meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying poor condition 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 hills plays every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And forever more.
In the dawn so still,
We shine our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where meadow 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 pray fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying long journey away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So weep and sing with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 177 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never grow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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