Cross Roads - lyrics critique - country/southern rock

by Lonnie
(North East Louisana)

Cross Roads

He walked up out of that delta on a hot dry July night
The music burning in him with a Gibson on his back
And the old men on the benches watches as he walks by
They know he's been to the cross roads they can see it in his eyes
Neon lights draw him like a moth to a flame
He walks into the juke joints and says " Boys I've come here to play"
And the old men with their whiskey has seen it all before
They know he’s' cut a deal at the cross roads

Making a deal with the Devil for the music and the gold
All for the fame he'll play the game but he'll have to sell him his soul
Say that it's just ledged but the old men they all know
The devil's always waiting at the cross roads

All the young mothers please tell your sons
Some uses a guitar like some uses a gun
And there’s an old man dealing for their souls
Always stay clear of the cross roads

Making a deal with the Devil for the music and the gold
All for the fame he'll play the game but he'll have to sell him his soul
Say that it's just ledged but the old men they all know
The devil's always waiting at the cross roads

alit verse

Another long haired bare foot kid will make it good with his songs
He'll hang around for a week or two and like the others he'll be gone
And he'll ride that bullet as far as it will go
And dream at night of that devil at the cross roads

Making a deal with the Devil for the music and the gold
All for the fame he'll play the game but he'll have to sell him his soul
Say that it's just ledged but the old men they all know
The devil's always waiting at the cross roads

Friday, December 14, 2007 Lonnie Welch/ William Beatty
silver eagle music