Crossroads

When the lightning strikes in the dead of night
And you can't hear that call to sleep
You just take stroll down where you sell your soul
The devil made a deal with me

Down there, at the Crossroads
With the shadows on my back
I sold my soul to the devil, he turned my blues in to black

I've been a lonely fool, but had this old guitar
I'll meet ya where the roads get crossed
Down by the old oak tree, that's where he said to me
These Blues it seems would have a cost

Down there, at the Crossroads
With the shadows on my back
I sold my soul to the devil, he turned my blues in to black

As I walked down through the boneyard
I still had darkness on my side
I took a seat right where the old souls sleep
Thought I'd take this guitar for a ride

Down there, at the Crossroads
With the shadows on my back
I sold my soul to the devil, he turned my blues in to black

Well I used to be two-bit hustler
Only the clothes upon my back
I owe my soul to the man below
Go ahead child and don't look back

Down there, at the Crossroads
With the shadows on my back
I sold my soul to the devil, he turned my blues in to black
He turned my blues into black
I sold my soul to the devil, he turned my blues in to black



Credits
Writer(s): Glenna Lynes, Marty Brown
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