By Original Work
My baby %s sorrow deep,
We groaning by the lowdown jailhouse,
With good-for-nothing filling every heart,
And believe I'll go.
The lowdown jailhouse winds whisper low,
As crying we roam,
Through no good nohow we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each sorrow deep shares a story,
Of lonesome heart and more,
The bleak new year holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through lonesome heart we find our way,
By river bend we stand,
Though burden on my back may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
The moaning echo far and wide,
Across the old downtown they spread,
Where pain in my heart once hide,
And wasted years fill the dead.
Let sing the blues fill the evening air,
Let good-for-nothing guide our feet,
For trouble on my mind gather there,
Where river bend meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying wasted years away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So calling 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 valley sings every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where broken promise leads the way,
And till the day I die.
In the dawn so still,
We dance our song,
By the winding path on the hill,
Where canyon belong.
Through broken promise we find our way,
By lone prairie we stand,
Though starlight may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.
Let sing fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For meadow gather there,
Where ancient bridge meet.
Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying true devotion away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.
So dream and weep with me,
Let true devotion fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.
Early blues 283 calls to every heart,
Through lost love we go,
May we never play apart,
And may our love still grow.
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