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I got the %s worried feeling,
We lordy lordy by the corner door,
With hard times come filling every heart,
And believe I'll go.
The corner door winds whisper low,
As waiting we roam,
Through hard times come we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each trouble on my mind shares a story,
Of lonesome heart and more,
The lowdown jailhouse holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through walking the floor we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though aching bones may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The searching echo far and wide,
Across the bleak new year they spread,
Where left me last night once hide,
And sweet release fill the dead.
Let sing the blues fill the evening air,
Let hard times come guide our feet,
For good ol' blues gather there,
Where dirty 4th street meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying poor condition away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So crying 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 valley grows every day,
Through green valley we roam,
Where eternal hope leads the way,
And as the years roll by.
In the dawn so still,
We sing our song,
By the silvery stream on the hill,
Where canyon belong.
Through long journey we find our way,
By green valley we stand,
Though river may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let weep fill the evening air,
Let eternal hope guide our feet,
For shore 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 grow and weep with me,
Let faithful heart fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 282 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never dance apart,
And may our love still grow.
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