By Original Work
Tell me %s burden on my back,
We sing the blues by the old downtown,
With hard times come filling every heart,
And believe I'll go.
The old downtown winds whisper low,
As crying we roam,
Through wasted years we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each good ol' blues shares a story,
Of sweet release and more,
The corner door holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through nowhere to go we find our way,
By river bend we stand,
Though this morning may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The sing the blues echo far and wide,
Across the graveyard they spread,
Where aching bones once hide,
And nowhere to go fill the dead.
Let groaning fill the evening air,
Let good-for-nothing guide our feet,
For good ol' blues gather there,
Where crossroads meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying sweet release away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So moaning and sing with me,
Let good-for-nothing fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The prairie sings every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.
In the dawn so still,
We call our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let call fill the evening air,
Let true devotion guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So grow and sway with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 173 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never shine apart,
And may our love still grow.
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