Lord the %s good ol' blues,
We moaning by the old downtown,
With wasted years filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The old downtown winds whisper low,
As groaning we roam,
Through loved one gone we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each aching bones shares a story,
Of good-for-nothing and more,
The old downtown holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through good-for-nothing we find our way,
By dirty 4th street we stand,
Though good ol' blues may stray,
We join heart to heart and han...