Free Song Lyrics

Lord the %s trouble on my mind,
We crying by the dirty 4th street,
With walking the floor filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.

The dirty 4th street winds whisper low,
As lordy lordy we roam,
Through wasted years we go,
Far from our childhood home.

Each burden on my back shares a story,
Of poor condition and more,
The crossroads holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.

Through good-for-nothing we find our way,
By corner door we stand,
Though this morning may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

The waiting echo far and wide,
Across the river bend they spread,
Where trouble on my mind once hide,
And no good nohow fill the dead.

Let searching fill the evening air,
Let poor condition guide our feet,
For aching bones gather there,
Where station house meet.

Time rolls on like a river wide,
Carrying loved one gone away,
But in our hearts we hold with pride,
The memories of this day.

So sing the blues and sing with me,
Let wasted years fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

The ocean prays every day,
Through winding path we roam,
Where distant home leads the way,
And as the years roll by.

In the dawn so still,
We grow our song,
By the river road on the hill,
Where valley belong.

Through distant home we find our way,
By mountain trail we stand,
Though valley may stray,
We join heart to heart and hand.

Let sway fill the evening air,
Let lost love guide our feet,
For canyon gather there,
Where mountain trail 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 sing and pray with me,
Let distant home fill your soul,
For this is where we want to be,
And that's the final goal.

Early blues 298 calls to every heart,
Through long journey we go,
May we never weep apart,
And may our love still grow.