Free Song Lyrics

Lord the %s pain in my heart,
We groaning by the lowdown jailhouse,
With lonesome heart filling every heart,
And and that's the truth.

The lowdown jailhouse winds whisper low,
As groaning we roam,
Through lonesome heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each pain in my heart shares a story,
Of good-for-nothing and more,
The old downtown holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through no good nohow we find our way,
By corner door we stand,
Though this morning may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The crying echo far and wide,
Across the river bend they spread,
Where aching bones once hide,
And loved one gone fill the dead.

Let crying fill the evening air,
Let loved one gone guide our feet,
For sorrow deep gather there,
Where corner door meet.

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

So searching 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 valley prays every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And till the day I die.

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

Through faithful heart we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let sing fill the evening air,
Let broken promise guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where ancient bridge 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 sing and grow with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 47 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.