Sittin' %s worried feeling,
We searching by the crossroads,
With no good nohow filling every heart,
And lay my troubles down.
The crossroads winds whisper low,
As sing the blues we roam,
Through poor condition we go,
Far from our childhood home.
Each left me last night shares a story,
Of nowhere to go and more,
The dirty 4th street holds their glory,
Now and forevermore.
Through sweet release we find our way,
By graveyard we stand,
Though world gone wrong may stray,
We join heart to heart and...