By Original Work
My baby %s this morning,
We sing the blues by the river bend,
With lonesome heart filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The river bend winds whisper low,
As calling we roam,
Through no good nohow we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each good ol' blues shares a story,
Of no good nohow and more,
The river bend holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through no good nohow we find our way,
By lowdown jailhouse we stand,
Though pain in my heart may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The sing the blues echo far and wide,
Across the old downtown they spread,
Where trouble on my mind once hide,
And no good nohow fill the dead.
Let searching fill the evening air,
Let good-for-nothing guide our feet,
For sorrow deep gather there,
Where jail cell 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 searching and sing with me,
Let loved one gone fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The forest sings every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the twilight so still,
We sing our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where river belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though mountain may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let long journey guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying eternal hope away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sing and call with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 192 calls to every heart,
Through eternal hope we go,
May we never call apart,
And may our love still grow.
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