By Original Work
Woke up %s good ol' blues,
We groaning by the old downtown,
With good-for-nothing filling every heart,
And just before I die.
The old downtown winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through wasted years we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each burden on my back shares a story,
Of no good nohow and more,
The river bend holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through poor condition we find our way,
By old downtown we stand,
Though worried feeling may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The calling echo far and wide,
Across the corner door they spread,
Where world gone wrong once hide,
And good-for-nothing fill the dead.
Let rolling fill the evening air,
Let lonesome heart guide our feet,
For good ol' blues gather there,
Where graveyard 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 crying and sing with me,
Let sweet release fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The river dances every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the evening so still,
We sway our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For mountain gather there,
Where mountain trail 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 dance and play with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 45 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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