Crossroud Blues - Robert Johnson

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»

Yeoo, standin' at the crossroad, tried to flag a ride

Ooo eeee, 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, eee, eee, 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, babe, 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