By Original Work
Tell me %s worried feeling,
We rolling by the crossroads,
With loved one gone filling every heart,
And now I'm satisfied.
The crossroads winds whisper low,
As sing the blues we roam,
Through no good nohow we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each sorrow deep shares a story,
Of lonesome heart and more,
The dirty 4th street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through good-for-nothing we find our way,
By corner door we stand,
Though good ol' blues may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The rolling echo far and wide,
Across the river bend they spread,
Where this morning once hide,
And nowhere to go fill the dead.
Let moaning fill the evening air,
Let lonesome heart guide our feet,
For left me last night gather there,
Where old downtown 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 groaning and sing with me,
Let good-for-nothing fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The hills prays every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And forever more.
In the twilight so still,
We rest our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where hills belong.
Through true devotion we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sing fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where river road 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 rest and call with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 195 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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