it was late one
friday afternoon
if my mind serves me right
finished up my evening chores
and set out on my bike
i told myself i'd gain
some new ground
beyond my daddy's farm
i never really meant to ride
that far
the roads began to look the same
and i got turned around
i stopped an old man up a hill
and hoped he'd help me out
i told him that i'd gotten lost
as i wiped away a tear
he said, son, there's only one
way out of here
take the crossroad
it's your best bet
your ride may be a little
rugged
but it'll get you there
there ain't no shortcuts
on your way home
trust me, son
take the crossroad
sunday morning found me
listenin'...
to the preacher man
talkin' 'bout the way to make
it to the promised land
you said, now, don't you
hesitate
today's the day to start
so, i bowed my head and took
these words to heart
take the crossroad
it's your best bet
the ride may be a
little rugged
but it'll get you there
there ain't no shortcuts
on your way home
trust me, son
take the crossroad
take the crossroad
take the crossroad
it's your best bet
oh, the ride may be a little
rugged
but it'll get you there
there ain't no shortcuts
on your way home
trust me, son
take the crossroad
trust me, son
take the crossroad

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