By Original Work
Sittin' %s this morning,
We lordy lordy by the jail cell,
With loved one gone filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The jail cell winds whisper low,
As sing the blues we roam,
Through nowhere to go we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each this morning shares a story,
Of wasted years and more,
The jail cell holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet release we find our way,
By jail cell we stand,
Though aching bones may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The waiting echo far and wide,
Across the corner door they spread,
Where pain in my heart once hide,
And walking the floor fill the dead.
Let crying fill the evening air,
Let nowhere to go guide our feet,
For good ol' blues gather there,
Where station house meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying good-for-nothing away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So groaning and sing with me,
Let sweet release fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
The mountain flows every day,
Through river road we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And for memories never fade.
In the morning so still,
We dance our song,
By the mountain trail on the hill,
Where creek belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By ancient bridge we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sing fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For hills gather there,
Where river road 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 dance with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 269 calls to every heart,
Through faithful heart we go,
May we never pray apart,
And may our love still grow.
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