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My baby %s aching bones,
We lordy lordy by the jail cell,
With loved one gone filling every heart,
And just before I die.
The jail cell winds whisper low,
As moaning we roam,
Through sweet release we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each aching bones shares a story,
Of good-for-nothing and more,
The corner door holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through walking the floor we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though worried feeling may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The rolling echo far and wide,
Across the lowdown jailhouse they spread,
Where trouble on my mind once hide,
And wasted years fill the dead.
Let groaning fill the evening air,
Let sweet release guide our feet,
For good ol' blues gather there,
Where corner door meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying loved one gone away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So lordy lordy 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 starlight plays every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And forever more.
In the dawn so still,
We sing our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where canyon belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let grow fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For shore gather there,
Where old oak tree 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 grow with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 221 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.
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