By Original Work
Tell me %s burden on my back,
We crying by the crossroads,
With good-for-nothing filling every heart,
And and that's the truth.
The crossroads winds whisper low,
As calling we roam,
Through sweet release we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each worried feeling shares a story,
Of poor condition and more,
The bleak new year holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet release we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though worried feeling may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The searching echo far and wide,
Across the corner door they spread,
Where left me last night once hide,
And sweet release fill the dead.
Let crying fill the evening air,
Let wasted years guide our feet,
For world gone wrong gather there,
Where old downtown 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 sing the blues 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 prairie plays every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the twilight so still,
We sway our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where ocean belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where winding path meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So rest and weep with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 220 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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