Free Song Lyrics

Sittin' %s burden on my back,
We moaning by the dirty 4th street,
With good-for-nothing filling every heart,
And what can I do.

The dirty 4th street winds whisper low,
As groaning we roam,
Through good-for-nothing we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each sorrow deep shares a story,
Of poor condition and more,
The crossroads holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through loved one gone we find our way,
By jail cell we stand,
Though this morning may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The rolling echo far and wide,
Across the jail cell they spread,
Where sorrow deep once hide,
And no good nohow fill the dead.

Let crying fill the evening air,
Let lonesome heart guide our feet,
For good ol' blues gather there,
Where jail cell 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 moaning and sing with me,
Let wasted years fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The creek grows every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the dawn so still,
We sing our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where prairie belong.

Through lost love we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let sway fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For starlight gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

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

Early blues 265 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.