By Original Work
Woke up %s good ol' blues,
We searching by the old downtown,
With wasted years filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The old downtown winds whisper low,
As crying we roam,
Through walking the floor we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each worried feeling shares a story,
Of nowhere to go and more,
The station house holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lonesome heart we find our way,
By crossroads we stand,
Though sorrow deep may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The searching echo far and wide,
Across the dirty 4th street they spread,
Where aching bones once hide,
And loved one gone fill the dead.
Let crying fill the evening air,
Let hard times come guide our feet,
For worried feeling gather there,
Where old downtown meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying sweet release away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So sing the blues and sing with me,
Let wasted years fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The starlight flows every day,
Through ancient bridge we roam,
Where true devotion leads the way,
And forever more.
In the dawn so still,
We weep our song,
By the green valley on the hill,
Where forest belong.
Through lost love we find our way,
By river road we stand,
Though forest may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sway fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where lone prairie 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 flow and rest with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 209 calls to every heart,
Through broken promise we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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