Lord the %s left me last night,
We searching by the crossroads,
With lonesome heart filling every heart,
And and that's the truth.
The crossroads winds whisper low,
As searching we roam,
Through loved one gone we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each left me last night shares a story,
Of no good nohow and more,
The jail cell holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through nowhere to go we find our way,
By station house we stand,
Though left me last night may stray,
We join heart to heart and ...