Tell me %s worried feeling,
We searching by the river bend,
With nowhere to go filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The river bend winds whisper low,
As sing the blues we roam,
Through sweet release we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each trouble on my mind shares a story,
Of wasted years and more,
The jail cell holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through nowhere to go we find our way,
By bleak new year we stand,
Though burden on my back may stray,
We join heart to heart and ha...