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Got no compassion doing the devil's deeds
If you got dreams at the crossroads, where you can meet

Feeds you those deep-fried southern lies
You've eaten them so many times, lost your pride

Got no faith when the devil moved in
It got up out of there never to be seen again

Have a million dollars but nothing to spend it on
You sold that one part that makes you who you are
Now there is nothing in your heart

Got no friends that's when the devil comes in
He puts on his smile knowing your contact date is coming due

Now you're trapped as the music goes out of tune
Losing your fame and you don't know what to do

Your living the crossroads blues

┬ęCopyright 2016 Thomas Dooley

Poems 2016Blues




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