I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride I'm going down to rosedale, take my rider by my side You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy willie brown Asked the lord above for mercy, "save

Ridin’ down the highway Who wants to be the DJ I’ll find a spot on on the side of the road You find something on on the radio A real, real good song We'll know it when it comes on on We had no money and no place to go All we needed was a radio Seventeen, the only

Take it easy, take it easy I gotta know if your sweet love is gonna save me Well I'm a-runnin' down the road try'n to loosen my load I've got seven women on on my mind Four that want to own me, two that want to stone me One says she's a friend of mine Don't

And cruise it up and down the road I'm gonna buy me a mercury Crazy 'bout a mercury Well if I had money Lord I'm crazy 'bout a mercury Tell you what I'd do I'd go downtown and buy a mercury or two Lord I'm crazy bout a mercury Well the girl I love

Tryin' to the world on on fire Turn the key and spark the wire Chasin' down a feelin', runnin' on desire Gone in a cloud of smoke The future was an open road Leavin' a trail of flames behind those tires Well that big red sun was sinkin' slow That horizon

Free and easy down the road I go Pair of boots and a sack of clothes Hangin' memories on on the high line poles Ragweed's rockin' on the radio So I keep rollin' like an old banjo Got the sun shinin' on me like a big spotlight So I know everything is gonna

Here I go again on on my own Goin' down the only road I've ever known Like a drifter I was born to walk alone And I'll keep livin' the life Living the dream on on my own. We could all live the dream I ain't wasting no more time Funny how things change Yet they

Hey, hey, hey Do you bury me when I'm gone Do you teach me while I'm here Just as soon as I belong Then it's time I disappear Here I go into new days I'm pain, I'm hope, I'm suffer Ain't no mercy there for me And I went on on down that road

So crawl on on my belly til the sun goes down I'll never wear your broken crown I took the road and I fucked it all the way Now in this twilight, how dare you speak of grace Touch my mouth And hold my tongue I'll never be your chosen one I'll be home,

Whiskey's in the air, dog's on on the burner Beer's ice cold, got a pretty little lady to hold Southern summer And that sun shining down like Daddy's silver dollar Gotta hop on on the old dirt road to the days of gold Yeah, these are the days of gold Well it's