Crossroads
I've had a few requests for the words to Crossroads, so here they are. First, a minor apology; I wanted to do up an mp3 of the tune, but I still don't seem to have the hang of making a usable audio track with Audacity on Linux (or anything else, but Linux is what I'm using at the moment). Such is life.
Anyway, here it is, all seven verses plus refrain. Enjoy. (Note: edited slightly to pull the first verse out of the cut.)
Crossroads
by Creede Lambard
Original tune
On a night when the moon is dark
By the light of a falling star
If you go out to the crossroads
And start playing your guitar
Long about the stroke of midnight
Coming down the track
You might see a handsome stranger
Dressed head to toe in black
His hat is dark as a taxman's heart
His boots are ebon eel
He'll thrust his hand toward you
As if to offer you a deal
And if you accept his offer
And you give your guitar away
He'll take it and he'll tune it
And then he'll start to play.
He'll play a couple songs
And then he'll play a couple more
And he'll play that old guitar
Like it was never played before
And when he hands it back to you
You'll find the deal you've made
Will let you play guitar
Like no one's ever heard it played.
For seven years you'll play guitar
Seven and a day
You'll make the strong men weep
You'll make the women sway
You'll play with chords of fire
You'll play with notes of ice
And as time goes on you might forget
Your talent has its price.
For the handsome midnight stranger
Who bestowed this gift on you
He only wants one thing and he will
Always get his due
So seven years and a day from when
You met the man in black
He'll come to take possession
And there'll be no turning back
Your body'll start to tremble
Your soul will start to burn
And he'll lead you down that road
From which no traveler can return
And when they find your body
At the breaking of the day
They'll whisper about deal you made
To play guitar that way.
So as through your life you travel
You had better be aware
That you might come to the crossroads
And meet the stranger there
And when the stranger offers
To fulfil your dearest goal
Decide now if ambition
Would be worth your immortal soul
On a night when the moon is dark
By the light of a falling star
If you go out to the crossroads
And start playing your guitar
And you see that handsome stranger
Dressed from head to toe in black
Do you pay the price he asks
Or do you run and not look back?
Crossroads is © 2008 Creede Lambard and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.
Anyway, here it is, all seven verses plus refrain. Enjoy. (Note: edited slightly to pull the first verse out of the cut.)
Crossroads
by Creede Lambard
Original tune
On a night when the moon is dark
By the light of a falling star
If you go out to the crossroads
And start playing your guitar
Long about the stroke of midnight
Coming down the track
You might see a handsome stranger
Dressed head to toe in black
His hat is dark as a taxman's heart
His boots are ebon eel
He'll thrust his hand toward you
As if to offer you a deal
And if you accept his offer
And you give your guitar away
He'll take it and he'll tune it
And then he'll start to play.
He'll play a couple songs
And then he'll play a couple more
And he'll play that old guitar
Like it was never played before
And when he hands it back to you
You'll find the deal you've made
Will let you play guitar
Like no one's ever heard it played.
For seven years you'll play guitar
Seven and a day
You'll make the strong men weep
You'll make the women sway
You'll play with chords of fire
You'll play with notes of ice
And as time goes on you might forget
Your talent has its price.
For the handsome midnight stranger
Who bestowed this gift on you
He only wants one thing and he will
Always get his due
So seven years and a day from when
You met the man in black
He'll come to take possession
And there'll be no turning back
Your body'll start to tremble
Your soul will start to burn
And he'll lead you down that road
From which no traveler can return
And when they find your body
At the breaking of the day
They'll whisper about deal you made
To play guitar that way.
So as through your life you travel
You had better be aware
That you might come to the crossroads
And meet the stranger there
And when the stranger offers
To fulfil your dearest goal
Decide now if ambition
Would be worth your immortal soul
On a night when the moon is dark
By the light of a falling star
If you go out to the crossroads
And start playing your guitar
And you see that handsome stranger
Dressed from head to toe in black
Do you pay the price he asks
Or do you run and not look back?
Crossroads is © 2008 Creede Lambard and is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution-Noncommercial-Share Alike 3.0 United States License.