The Cross Road - Brian Barrett

it was late one

friday afternoon

if my mind serves me right

finished up my evening chores

and set out on my bike

i told myself i’d gain

some new ground

beyond my daddy’s farm

i never really meant to ride

that far

the roads began to look the same

and i got turned around

i stopped an old man up a hill

and hoped he’d help me out

i told him that i’d gotten lost

as i wiped away a tear

he said, son, there’s only one

way out of here

take the crossroad

it’s your best bet

your ride may be a little

rugged

but it’ll get you there

there ain’t no shortcuts

on your way home

trust me, son

take the crossroad

sunday morning found me

listenin'…

to the preacher man

talkin' 'bout the way to make

it to the promised land

you said, now, don’t you

hesitate

today’s the day to start

so, i bowed my head and took

these words to heart

take the crossroad

it’s your best bet

the ride may be a

little rugged

but it’ll get you there

there ain’t no shortcuts

on your way home

trust me, son

take the crossroad

take the crossroad

take the crossroad

it’s your best bet

oh, the ride may be a little

rugged

but it’ll get you there

there ain’t no shortcuts

on your way home

trust me, son

take the crossroad

trust me, son

take the crossroad