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My baby %s sorrow deep,
We lordy lordy by the graveyard,
With poor condition filling every heart,
And believe I'll go.
The graveyard winds whisper low,
As moaning we roam,
Through hard times come we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each sorrow deep shares a story,
Of good-for-nothing and more,
The crossroads holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through nowhere to go we find our way,
By crossroads we stand,
Though sorrow deep may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The crying echo far and wide,
Across the graveyard they spread,
Where good ol' blues once hide,
And hard times come fill the dead.
Let calling fill the evening air,
Let no good nohow guide our feet,
For world gone wrong 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 sing the blues 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 valley dreams every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the evening so still,
We flow our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where creek belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where winding path meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So dance and sway with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 8 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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