Текст песни Tracy Chapman - Crossroads
Tracy Chapman - Crossroads слова песни
All you folks think you own my lifeBut you never made any sacrificeDemons they are on my trailI`m standing at the crossroads of hellI look to the left I look to the rightThere`s hands that grab me on every sideAll you folks think I got my priceAt which I`ll sell all that is mineYou think money rules when all else failsGo sell your soul and keep your shellI`m trying to protect what I keep insideAll the reasons why I live my lifeSome say the devil be a mystical thingI say the devil he a walking manHe a fool he a liar conjurer and a thiefHe try to tell you what you needTry to tell you what you needStanding at the pointThe road it cross you downWhat is at your backWhich way do you turnWho will come to find you firstYour devils or your godsAll you filks think you run my lifeSay I should be willing to compromiseI say all you demons go back to hellI`ll save my soul save myself