Got no compassion doing the devil's deeds
If you got dreams at the crossroads, is where you can meet
Feeds you those deep fried southern lies
You've eaten them so many times, lost your pride
Got no faith when the devil moved in
It got up out of there never to be seen again
Have a million dollars but nothing to spend it on
You sold that one part that makes you who you are
Now there is nothing in your heart
Got no friends that's when the devil comes in
He puts on his smile knowing your contact date is coming due
Now you're trapped as the music goes out of tune
Losing your fame and you don't know what to do
Your living the crossroads blues
©Copyright 2016 Thomas Dooley
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