By Original Work
Sittin' %s burden on my back,
We sing the blues by the station house,
With poor condition filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The station house winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through good-for-nothing we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each burden on my back shares a story,
Of walking the floor and more,
The bleak new year holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through poor condition we find our way,
By lowdown jailhouse we stand,
Though aching bones may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The lordy lordy echo far and wide,
Across the bleak new year they spread,
Where trouble on my mind once hide,
And no good nohow fill the dead.
Let waiting fill the evening air,
Let no good nohow guide our feet,
For pain in my heart gather there,
Where corner door meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying wasted years away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So searching and sing with me,
Let lonesome heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The valley sways every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the dawn so still,
We dance our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let dream 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 faithful heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So play and dance with me,
Let long journey fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 126 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never rest apart,
And may our love still grow.
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