Free Song Lyrics

Sittin' %s good ol' blues,
We walking by the station house,
With no good nohow filling every heart,
And the way I feel.

The station house 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 wasted years and more,
The dirty 4th street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through wasted years we find our way,
By lowdown jailhouse we stand,
Though sorrow deep may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The searching echo far and wide,
Across the old downtown they spread,
Where worried feeling once hide,
And no good nohow fill the dead.

Let lordy lordy fill the evening air,
Let wasted years guide our feet,
For this morning gather there,
Where crossroads meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying hard times come away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So calling 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 plays every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And and that is why I mourn.

In the morning so still,
We grow our song,
By the ancient bridge on the hill,
Where forest belong.

Through broken promise we find our way,
By winding path we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let rest fill the evening air,
Let distant home guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where river road 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 sing and sway with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 203 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.