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
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Playing with fire
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| Shannon Curfman |
