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This is the reason there are no more real bluesmen around Crossroad Blues Well I've been playing my guitar, yeah but my chops have dried up cold I'm going down the crossroads to sell the devil my soul Gonna trade it in for guitar playin' skills in good old rock and roll Yeah I'm gonna find the devil man, cos now I have no fear Been walking round for a good hour now, well there must be one round here Well I can't find no crossroads, there just ain't any near Well now I have no energy, yeah girl, and that is why I'm blue Well his is a dilemma now, oh, what shall I do? If I can't find no crossroads, means I can't find no devil too I won't find no devil man, no, I won't see him about And I'll never find no crossroads, cos now I have no doubt That the council has changed them all into mini-roundabouts |
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