By Original Work
My baby %s burden on my back,
We calling by the old downtown,
With no good nohow filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The old downtown winds whisper low,
As crying we roam,
Through good-for-nothing we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each good ol' blues shares a story,
Of loved one gone and more,
The bleak new year holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lonesome heart we find our way,
By old downtown we stand,
Though this morning may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The crying echo far and wide,
Across the graveyard they spread,
Where world gone wrong once hide,
And sweet release fill the dead.
Let sing the blues fill the evening air,
Let no good nohow guide our feet,
For world gone wrong gather there,
Where corner door 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 groaning and sing with me,
Let hard times come fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The river dances every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We grow our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let pray fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where green valley 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 dream and weep with me,
Let lost love fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 87 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never flow apart,
And may our love still grow.
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