Standing at the crossroads
I heard the devil sing his song
and he tuned my guitar,
until I could play all night long;
Oh god, why couldn’t I have gone
out to the woodshed, or the store,
or to my baby, who’s waiting
in the curtains forever more.
I hear them ol’ hellhounds
and I know that my time has come.
I thought that I would have a little fun and write a bit of blues. I enjoyed writing this, even though I have no religious beliefs I have always enjoyed blues mythology.