The sky turns unforgiving and The devils on my heel 

The Fiddles down by the delta were seething

I was a fool for dreaming  

White collars  asked me to kneel

My muddy knees were lifted into the air 

My head was heavy hanging tightly in a snare 

Gather round 

Say a prayer 

At the crossroads 

 My baby's  been out swinging

the stars stopped twinkling

Until the day I’ll be in the ground

I’ll chirp a song for the hell hounds.

White collars make  promises of leaving  the fields 

Only to fill their wallets with our dreams 

Their secret affairs never revealed 

I wish to see my baby again 

But she's down in the crossroads.

I wore blue-tinted skin to the  funeral and I saw my darling down by the pew 

They saw my suit but smelled something sweet 

Later that night they planned to meet 

Down by the crossroads 

My darling has  been stealing time from a universe that was never hers 

I’ll give her a gentle kiss and set a curse

She’ll meet me

Up in the trees 

Then we’ll reach up to the sky and beyond 

When I have her in my arms I know that our love is god.

 I wish I could’ve walked hand in hand with my dreams 

But the devil had dipped into my pockets and pulled the seams 

Before I went out to the crossroads I was leaning in the shade 

In grey I bathed

My backs been empty without you breathing me in

The world should’ve stopped its spin.

everyone has walked on as nothing has happened 

My chest feels empty and my body’s been abandoned 

I’ll flood the plantation with parades of tears

Her voice is left alone in my memories and leaves kisses along with my ears

I now look at her like the sun begging for dead plants to rise  

I’ll raise hell and burn everyone to the ground

One day like me they’ll meet their demise

Down at the crossroads 

My mother used to say I was a fabulous writer

That I had pencil tips  dipped in flowers 

But I had made a deal

My path was sealed

Down at the crossroads 

 the skies turned red and the bugs have eaten me up 

My breath has been lonely without breathing you in

How could such a beautiful moment be a sin?

The sky was bleeding and turning in on itself 

I looked up and screamed for help 

No response as usual 

I wonder what they’ll tell everyone at my funeral 

the white-collared devils are down on my heels 

The bugs have started to eat me up 

I looked over and in the distance, I could see the country club

My eyes felt heavy and my throat like sand 

How could this be fair all I wanted was to hold your hand 

Ropes were swinging 

The stars were twinkling 

And I’ve met my baby down by the crossroads