Tie me at the crossroads when I die
Hang me in the wind 'til I get good and dry
And the kids that pa** can scratch their heads
And say 'who was that guy?'
Tie me at the crossroads when I die
Looking outward see what you can see
By the time you look at something it's already history
As the echoes of our pa**ing fade, all there is to say
Is, 'You know I loved you all in my particular way'
Tie me at the crossroads when I die
Hang me in the wind 'til I get good and dry
And the kids that pa** can scratch their heads
And say 'who was that guy?'
Tie me at the crossroads when I die
It's more blessed to give than it is to receive
Except when it comes to free advice I believe
Here I go anyway, back seat driving tonight
Move fast, stay cool, keep your eye on the front sight
Tie me at the crossroads when I die
Hang me in the wind 'til I get good and dry
And the kids that pa** can scratch their heads
And say 'who was that guy?'
Tie me at the crossroads when I die