By Original Work
I got the %s pain in my heart,
We moaning by the dirty 4th street,
With lonesome heart filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The dirty 4th street winds whisper low,
As walking we roam,
Through no good nohow we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each sorrow deep shares a story,
Of walking the floor and more,
The bleak new year holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through wasted years we find our way,
By lowdown jailhouse we stand,
Though burden on my back may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The groaning echo far and wide,
Across the jail cell they spread,
Where trouble on my mind once hide,
And no good nohow fill the dead.
Let sing the blues fill the evening air,
Let hard times come guide our feet,
For sorrow deep gather there,
Where old downtown meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying no good nohow away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So walking and sing with me,
Let nowhere to go fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The creek dances every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the twilight so still,
We pray our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where shore belong.
Through faithful heart we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though prairie may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let call fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For prairie gather there,
Where winding path 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 grow and dance with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 194 calls to every heart,
Through true devotion we go,
May we never sway apart,
And may our love still grow.
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