Cross Road Blues

I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees I went to the crossroad, fell down on my knees Asked the Lord above, "Have mercy, now, save poor Bob if you please" Yeah, standin' at the crossroad, tried to flag a ride Ooh-ee, I tried to flag a ride Didn't nobody seem to know me, babe, everybody pass me by Standin' at the crossroad, baby, risin' sun goin' down Standin' at the crossroad, baby, risin' sun goin' down I believe to my soul, now, poor Bob is sinkin' down You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown You can run, you can run, tell my friend Willie Brown That I got the crossroad blues this mornin', Lord, baby, I'm sinkin' down And I went to the crossroad, mama, I looked East and West I went to the crossroad, baby, I looked East and West Lord, I didn't have no sweet woman, ooh well, babe, in my distress

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