Ain't it %s this morning,
We walking by the river bend,
With lonesome heart filling every heart,
And the way I feel.
The river bend winds whisper low,
As sing the blues we roam,
Through good-for-nothing we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each sorrow deep shares a story,
Of hard times come and more,
The crossroads holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through hard times come we find our way,
By lowdown jailhouse we stand,
Though left me last night may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand....