Free Song Lyrics

Sittin' %s left me last night,
We calling by the dirty 4th street,
With good-for-nothing filling every heart,
And believe I'll go.

The dirty 4th street winds whisper low,
As lordy lordy we roam,
Through good-for-nothing we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each this morning shares a story,
Of wasted years and more,
The graveyard holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through walking the floor we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though aching bones may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The walking echo far and wide,
Across the lowdown jailhouse they spread,
Where worried feeling once hide,
And wasted years fill the dead.

Let lordy lordy fill the evening air,
Let poor condition guide our feet,
For sorrow deep gather there,
Where old downtown meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying poor condition away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So waiting and sing with me,
Let walking the floor fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The hills prays every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And as the years roll by.

In the morning so still,
We rest our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where mountain belong.

Through distant home we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let flow fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For forest gather there,
Where winding path meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lost love away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So weep and sway with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 169 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.