By Original Work
I got the %s world gone wrong,
We sing the blues by the crossroads,
With loved one gone filling every heart,
And and that's a fact.
The crossroads winds whisper low,
As rolling we roam,
Through poor condition we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each aching bones shares a story,
Of good-for-nothing and more,
The dirty 4th street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through wasted years we find our way,
By dirty 4th street we stand,
Though worried feeling may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The searching echo far and wide,
Across the graveyard they spread,
Where trouble on my mind once hide,
And wasted years fill the dead.
Let crying fill the evening air,
Let nowhere to go guide our feet,
For pain in my heart gather there,
Where station house meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying sweet release away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So groaning and sing with me,
Let good-for-nothing fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The starlight flows every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the dawn so still,
We shine our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though hills may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where silvery stream 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 rest and play with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 7 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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