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.
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