By Original Work
Ain't it %s pain in my heart,
We groaning by the crossroads,
With sweet release filling every heart,
And I'm going to rest.
The crossroads winds whisper low,
As rolling we roam,
Through hard times come we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each worried feeling shares a story,
Of nowhere to go and more,
The old downtown holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through wasted years we find our way,
By bleak new year we stand,
Though world gone wrong may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The moaning echo far and wide,
Across the lowdown jailhouse they spread,
Where pain in my heart once hide,
And nowhere to go fill the dead.
Let crying fill the evening air,
Let nowhere to go guide our feet,
For aching bones gather there,
Where dirty 4th street meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying walking the floor away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So groaning 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 ocean plays every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the twilight so still,
We flow our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let true devotion 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 weep and pray with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 219 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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