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.
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