Clothes are on the line Cover on the wind Had a drink it must be time Momma sits and rest It's a summer in the middle of nowhere Reality is a heat And all we have and all we know is what's within our reach And I wonder at the crossroads
Where the big yellow bus picks up the children Takes em all down the road I look at the mama and she knows I really want to go She says Joe it's best if you stay here with us You're thirty years old and there ain't no place for you on that bus
But I can ride on the tailgate of my daddy's truck He would take me to the river I could hear the boys cutting up Said I hey Joe where you been The water's fine jump on in Hey Joe make me smile I could forget about the crossroads for a while
Purple Martins came every year without felt Then turned left and the old bird box And the babies they went quietly in their shell Til the mama breaks them open and they see the sky And it don't take long and there's magic where they fly Still I wonder about the crossroads Where the ice truck makes it stop Drops off the blocks of ice And the people wrap it up in bags of sawdust close it up real tight Carry it home Like blocks of gold Man I wonder about the crossroads
Crossroads In the middle of nowhereTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
