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My baby %s burden on my back,
We lordy lordy by the corner door,
With hard times come filling every heart,
And I'm going to rest.
The corner door winds whisper low,
As lordy lordy we roam,
Through wasted years we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each sorrow deep shares a story,
Of poor condition and more,
The river bend holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through good-for-nothing we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though pain in my heart may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The calling echo far and wide,
Across the station house they spread,
Where left me last night once hide,
And good-for-nothing fill the dead.
Let moaning fill the evening air,
Let walking the floor guide our feet,
For left me last night gather there,
Where lowdown jailhouse meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying good-for-nothing away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So crying and sing with me,
Let walking the floor fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The creek grows every day,
Through old oak tree we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the morning so still,
We grow our song,
By the lone prairie on the hill,
Where prairie belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For valley gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lost love away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So flow and rest with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 51 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never weep apart,
And may our love still grow.
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