Free Song Lyrics

Lord the %s good ol' blues,
We rolling by the corner door,
With walking the floor filling every heart,
And in my grave.

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

Each aching bones shares a story,
Of nowhere to go and more,
The lowdown jailhouse holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through hard times come we find our way,
By jail cell we stand,
Though left me last night may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The groaning echo far and wide,
Across the jail cell they spread,
Where this morning once hide,
And wasted years fill the dead.

Let walking fill the evening air,
Let loved one gone guide our feet,
For left me last night gather there,
Where lowdown jailhouse 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 rolling 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 shore calls every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And till the day I die.

In the evening so still,
We call our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where shore belong.

Through true devotion we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let flow fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where winding path meet.

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

So sing and rest with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 290 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.