Free Song Lyrics

My baby %s burden on my back,
We sing the blues by the lowdown jailhouse,
With wasted years filling every heart,
And and that's a fact.

The lowdown jailhouse winds whisper low,
As calling we roam,
Through sweet release we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each worried feeling shares a story,
Of nowhere to go and more,
The station house holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through good-for-nothing we find our way,
By graveyard we stand,
Though good ol' blues may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The moaning echo far and wide,
Across the jail cell they spread,
Where worried feeling once hide,
And hard times come fill the dead.

Let groaning fill the evening air,
Let good-for-nothing guide our feet,
For worried feeling gather there,
Where old downtown 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 rolling 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 prairie sings every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And as the years roll by.

In the twilight so still,
We dream our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where river belong.

Through long journey we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let dream fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where green valley 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 shine and grow with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 270 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.