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Every choice drives you to the crossroads

What do we bury this time, my lord?

The wrath of a day or the pain of a lifetime

sealed in a box under few feet of mud

What kind of man do you want to become?

Dry sand wash all your remorse

Which desire have you chosen to bury?

Laid it low, laid it low

Maybe you’ve done sumthin' a little bit wrong

Stayed in Miss’ippi just a day too long

Here comes the train, red-blue lights behind

Red for trouble, blues for convict minds

Driven to the swamp, poor boy,

you can get your mojo back,

I'll take care of...

I’ve always loved these little whims

It’s your fault my friend,

I'll take care of you

Every time you turn around

You fall, you fail, Jim Crow

Sadness is like a trampled viper

Ready for a deadly bite

Stop to believe you could be a better man

Beg for my kiss, now we have a deal

Your journey is marked, until the last of your days

You’re bound to gaze at your shadow

Here comes the train, red-blue lights behind

Red for trouble, blues for convict minds

Driven to the swamp, poor boy,

you can get your mojo back,

I'll take care of...

I’ve always loved these little whims

It’s your fault my friend,

I'll take care of you

Early this morning,

I knocked upon your door,

and I said

"I believe it's time to go."

You went to the crossroads

me and you are walking side by side

And you're gonna beat your woman

until you get satisfied

You went to the crossroads

fell down on your knees…

So the days keep on remindin' you

I'm the hellhound on your trail

Driven to the swamp, poor boy,

you can get your mojo back,

I'll take care of...

I’ve always loved these little whims

It’s your fault my friend,

I'll take care of you

This song is dedicated and inspired by the great artistic production of Robert Johnson and the intellectual production of Alan Lomax in his essay "The Land Where the Blues Began".