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Down at the crossroads |
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They say he sold his soul |
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Hell-bent on being king of blues |
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Deal with the devil |
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But i swear there's an angel in there |
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Gotta give credit |
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Where credit's due |
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Sittin' in his rockin' chair |
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He put the mojo in the air |
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Yeah, hear the black cat moanin' |
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Twelve bars and a man possessed |
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Separated from all the rest |
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He was playing with fire |
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Six string -- his thing |
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No waking up from that dream |
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Took it -- turned it upside down |
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He rocked woodstock |
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Jump start -- never could stop |
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Guitar gods all hit the ground |
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Heads up when he hit the stage |
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Sky high in a manic rage |
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Yeah, and the rocket's red glare |
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They say the boy really caused a scene |
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He took a match and he lit that thing |
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He was playin' with fire |
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Who's that creeping |
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Taking ahold of my hand? |
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Who's that moving |
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Through my veins? |
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Must be the spirit |
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Of those who've gone before |
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Got their fingers on my strings |
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Sittin' in my rockin' chair |
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I feel the mojo in the air |
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Yeah, i hear the black cat moanin' |
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Let it roll all over me |
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Let it take me 'til i'm free |
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And i'm playin' with fire |
