|
(Robert Johnson) |
|
I was standing at the crossroad |
|
My head hung down and cried |
|
Standing at the crossroads |
|
My head hung down and cried |
|
I was looking for my babe |
|
And I know she can't be found |
|
I was standing at the crossroad |
|
She treats me like a king |
|
Yeah I was standing there one night |
|
Boy she treats me like a snake |
|
I know she's tired of living |
|
I'm gonna but her low in the grave, allow me |
|
I was standing at the crossroads |
|
Wondering where she is |
|
I was standing there wondering about my woman |
|
Yeah can you hurt me so bad, lord it hurts to be alone |
|
Lookout girl |
