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