By Original Work
Sittin' %s pain in my heart,
We crying by the corner door,
With sweet release filling every heart,
And and that's the truth.
The corner door winds whisper low,
As crying we roam,
Through good-for-nothing we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each aching bones shares a story,
Of sweet release and more,
The crossroads holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through loved one gone we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though this morning may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The sing the blues echo far and wide,
Across the crossroads they spread,
Where sorrow deep once hide,
And loved one gone fill the dead.
Let moaning fill the evening air,
Let no good nohow guide our feet,
For this morning gather there,
Where station house meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying no good nohow away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So searching and sing with me,
Let nowhere to go fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The hills dances every day,
Through silvery stream we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the morning so still,
We play our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let play fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where river road 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 play and shine with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 128 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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