| Blackwood Company - The Crossroads | |
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Been ramblin' seven years A guitar by my side, mmm hmm In a boxcar, I'm known to ride I play gigs just north of Hell And that is just as well since I done Sold my soul for clever hands Oh babe, and I'd do it again So bring a banjo And some moonshine And we'll be jiggin' all night And if the taste of This kind of freedom Whets your appetite Just head on to the crossroads In the pale moonlight The day that Jesus comes I'll have had all my fun And I will beg for mercy Like a lovesick dog But until that Judgment Day I'll be livin' life my own way And ignitin' towns from here to Babylon My legend told by those who ramble on So bring a washtub And some moonshine And we'll be jiggin' all night And if the taste of This kind of freedom Suits you just right Then wait down at the crossroads In the pale moonlight So bring a fiddle And some moonshine And we'll be jiggin' all night And if the taste of This kind of freedom Burns you deep inside Then head on to the crossroads Just wait down at the crossroads Oh, he'll be comin' to the crossroads In the pale moonlight [demonic laugh and impish cackle] |
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