By Original Work
Ain't it %s burden on my back,
We calling by the corner door,
With hard times come filling every heart,
And what can I do.
The corner door winds whisper low,
As sing the blues we roam,
Through lonesome heart we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each aching bones shares a story,
Of sweet release and more,
The corner door holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lonesome heart we find our way,
By bleak new year we stand,
Though world gone wrong may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The moaning echo far and wide,
Across the lowdown jailhouse they spread,
Where sorrow deep once hide,
And good-for-nothing fill the dead.
Let crying fill the evening air,
Let lonesome heart guide our feet,
For pain in my heart gather there,
Where graveyard 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 rolling 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 meadow prays every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where long journey leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the dawn so still,
We pray our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By silvery stream we stand,
Though meadow may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where mountain trail meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying distant home away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So call and call with me,
Let eternal hope fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 198 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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