| Well I’m standin' at the crossroads,
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| with my head hung down and cryin'
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| Well I’m standin' at the crossroads,
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| with my head hung down and cryin'
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| Well I was thinkin' about my baby,
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| and I know she can’t be found
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| I work hard for my baby,
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| and she treats me like a slave
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| I work hard for my baby,
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| and she treats me like a slave
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| Well she was be tired of livin',
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| I’ll put her six feet in the grave
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| Well I’m standin' at the crossroads,
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| and my baby’s not around
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| Well I’m standin' at the crossroads,
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| and my baby’s not around
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| I began to wonder,
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| if this is Elmore’s second down
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| I' standin' here waitin' baby,
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| with my heart right in my hand
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| I' standin' here waitin' baby,
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| with my heart right in my hand
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| I’m thinkin' about my baby,
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| and she’s out with another man |