| Let me tell ou a story, it’s been told a hundred times
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| I think Robert Johnson was the first man
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| To strike a deal and sign the dotted line
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| It’s about a boy, becoming a man, learning what it’s like to loose
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| Everything he had he was willing
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| To trade for a lifetime of women and booze
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| He went west of the river, following the railroad tracks
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| He was looking for an evil dealer;
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| You know there ain’t no turning back
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| Welcome to the crossroad, bargain with your soul
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| Down at the crossroad, it’s all for rock’n’roll
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| He got a funny feeling, felt like somebody watching him
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| Out came a man in a three piece suit with a friendly crocodile grin
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| He said «Sign on the line and your dreams will come true»
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| He signed and then the paper burned
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| «Think of this as a favour to you but one day
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| I’ll want a favour in return»
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| He went back to the city, became a singer in a band
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| Got a record deal he was sitting pretty, everything was going to plan
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| Welcome to the crossroad, bargain with your soul
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| Down at the crossroad, it’s all for rock’n’roll
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| Fame and fortune’s come so easily
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| Now i have got such a bad case of insasiable greed
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| I don’t think that life could get any better than this
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| All because a deal was made at the crossroads in Memphis
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| And so twenty years passed, and he forgot about the covenant made
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| Until a man knockned on his mansion door
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| Dressed in a tailored suite of Suede
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| The man had a familiar style, he had the smile of a crocodile
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| He held a contract and said
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| «Boy it’s time to go to hell because your soul is mine»
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| So that completes the story of our tragic hero’s demise
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| Can you work out where we learnt to sing?
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| We can be your guides
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| And take you to the crossroads, bargain with your soul
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| Down at the crossroads it’s all for rock’n’roll
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| Welcome to the crossroad, bargain with your soul
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| Down at the crossroad, it’s all for rock’n’roll |