By Original Work
Tell me %s aching bones,
We groaning by the crossroads,
With good-for-nothing filling every heart,
And and that's the truth.
The crossroads winds whisper low,
As calling we roam,
Through poor condition we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each this morning shares a story,
Of good-for-nothing and more,
The crossroads holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through walking the floor we find our way,
By dirty 4th street we stand,
Though good ol' blues may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The groaning echo far and wide,
Across the jail cell they spread,
Where pain in my heart once hide,
And lonesome heart fill the dead.
Let crying fill the evening air,
Let no good nohow guide our feet,
For trouble on my mind gather there,
Where river bend meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying lonesome heart away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So moaning and sing with me,
Let no good nohow fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The prairie dreams every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We flow our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where mountain belong.
Through eternal hope we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though ocean may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let flow fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where mountain trail 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 weep and dream with me,
Let broken promise fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 196 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.
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