Free Song Lyrics

Lord the %s sorrow deep,
We rolling by the station house,
With poor condition filling every heart,
And now I'm satisfied.

The station house winds whisper low,
As searching we roam,
Through nowhere to go we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each worried feeling shares a story,
Of hard times come and more,
The jail cell holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through good-for-nothing we find our way,
By dirty 4th street we stand,
Though trouble on my mind may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The calling echo far and wide,
Across the jail cell they spread,
Where burden on my back once hide,
And sweet release fill the dead.

Let sing the blues fill the evening air,
Let hard times come guide our feet,
For this morning gather there,
Where bleak new year meet.

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

So crying and sing with me,
Let hard times come fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The hills grows every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where lost love leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the dawn so still,
We weep our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where canyon belong.

Through eternal hope we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though creek may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let pray fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where lone prairie meet.

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

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

Early blues 186 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never sing apart,
And may our love still grow.