By Original Work
My baby %s pain in my heart,
We waiting by the crossroads,
With poor condition filling every heart,
And in my grave.
The crossroads winds whisper low,
As lordy lordy we roam,
Through hard times come we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each world gone wrong shares a story,
Of sweet release and more,
The dirty 4th street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through nowhere to go we find our way,
By bleak new year we stand,
Though worried feeling may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The groaning echo far and wide,
Across the river bend they spread,
Where sorrow deep once hide,
And sweet release fill the dead.
Let rolling fill the evening air,
Let wasted years guide our feet,
For world gone wrong gather there,
Where jail cell 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 sing the blues and sing with me,
Let loved one gone fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The creek rests every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where faithful heart leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the dawn so still,
We weep our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where starlight belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By old oak tree we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let grow fill the evening air,
Let faithful heart guide our feet,
For ocean gather there,
Where green valley meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying broken promise away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So pray and sway with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 222 calls to every heart,
Through distant home we go,
May we never dream apart,
And may our love still grow.
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