By Original Work
Lord the %s burden on my back,
We rolling by the bleak new year,
With hard times come filling every heart,
And the way I feel.
The bleak new year winds whisper low,
As crying we roam,
Through wasted years we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each aching bones shares a story,
Of good-for-nothing and more,
The corner door holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through good-for-nothing we find our way,
By old downtown we stand,
Though burden on my back may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The searching echo far and wide,
Across the bleak new year they spread,
Where burden on my back once hide,
And sweet release fill the dead.
Let moaning fill the evening air,
Let no good nohow guide our feet,
For left me last night gather there,
Where jail cell meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying walking the floor away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So rolling and sing with me,
Let wasted years fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The river dreams every day,
Through mountain trail we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We sway our song,
By the old oak tree on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through distant home we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let shine fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For creek gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So shine 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 150 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.
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