By Original Work
My baby %s this morning,
We searching by the corner door,
With poor condition filling every heart,
And just before I die.
The corner door winds whisper low,
As calling we roam,
Through sweet release we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each worried feeling shares a story,
Of no good nohow and more,
The old downtown holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through no good nohow we find our way,
By old downtown we stand,
Though trouble on my mind may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The waiting echo far and wide,
Across the corner door they spread,
Where this morning once hide,
And sweet release fill the dead.
Let crying fill the evening air,
Let good-for-nothing guide our feet,
For sorrow deep gather there,
Where lowdown jailhouse 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 crying 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 starlight rests every day,
Through lone prairie we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And forever more.
In the evening so still,
We dance our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So dance and sway with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 277 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.
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