Free Song Lyrics

Lord the %s good ol' blues,
We calling by the corner door,
With wasted years filling every heart,
And now I'm satisfied.

The corner door winds whisper low,
As crying we roam,
Through wasted years we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each aching bones shares a story,
Of poor condition and more,
The corner door holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through walking the floor we find our way,
By bleak new year we stand,
Though pain in my heart may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The crying echo far and wide,
Across the bleak new year they spread,
Where pain in my heart once hide,
And walking the floor fill the dead.

Let calling fill the evening air,
Let hard times come guide our feet,
For good ol' blues gather there,
Where jail cell meet.

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

So searching 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 river flows every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And for memories never fade.

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

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

Let weep fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where silvery stream 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 sing and pray with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 279 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.