By Original Work
Sittin' %s world gone wrong,
We rolling by the corner door,
With good-for-nothing filling every heart,
And believe I'll go.
The corner door winds whisper low,
As lordy lordy we roam,
Through hard times come we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each worried feeling shares a story,
Of hard times come and more,
The old downtown holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through loved one gone we find our way,
By jail cell we stand,
Though aching bones may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The rolling echo far and wide,
Across the station house they spread,
Where good ol' blues once hide,
And no good nohow fill the dead.
Let sing the blues fill the evening air,
Let wasted years guide our feet,
For this morning gather there,
Where bleak new year 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 sing the blues 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 forest dreams every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We play our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let grow fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where old oak tree meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So shine and shine with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 38 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never weep apart,
And may our love still grow.
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