I went to the crossroad yesterday
for hour least I walked for miles
thousands of steps I did to find
where roads meet to play my harp.

I went to the crossroad yesterday
ninety years after Robert Johnson for nine nights in a row, in the way rock´n´roll was born, after midnight.

I went to the crossroad yesterday
brokenhearted and drunk was down on knees cried Lord save poor me as you saved poor Bob
if you please.