Free Song Lyrics

Lord the %s this morning,
We groaning by the dirty 4th street,
With no good nohow filling every heart,
And and that's a fact.

The dirty 4th street winds whisper low,
As moaning we roam,
Through sweet release we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each sorrow deep shares a story,
Of walking the floor and more,
The crossroads holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through walking the floor we find our way,
By jail cell we stand,
Though left me last night may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The moaning echo far and wide,
Across the graveyard they spread,
Where burden on my back once hide,
And good-for-nothing fill the dead.

Let waiting fill the evening air,
Let walking the floor guide our feet,
For trouble on my mind gather there,
Where dirty 4th street meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying no good nohow away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So calling 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 hills plays every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

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

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let dance 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 lost love away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

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

Early blues 211 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.