Let me tell ou a story, it's been told a hundred times I think Robert Johnson was the first man To strike a deal and sign the dotted line It's about a boy, becoming a man, learning what it's like to loose Everything he had he was willing To trade for a lifetime of women and booze He went west of the river, following the railroad tracks He was looking for an evil dealer; You know there ain't no turning back Welcome to the crossroad, bargain with your soul Down at the crossroad, it's all for rock'n'roll He got a funny feeling, felt like somebody watching him Out came a man in a three piece suit with a friendly crocodile grin He said "Sign on the line and your dreams will come true" He signed and then the paper burned "Think of this as a favour to you but one day I'll want a favour in return" He went back to the city, became a singer in a band Got a record deal he was sitting pretty, everything was going to plan Welcome to the crossroad, bargain with your soul Down at the crossroad, it's all for rock'n'roll Fame and fortune's come so easily Now i have got such a bad case of insasiable greed I don't think that life could get any better than this All because a deal was made at the crossroads in Memphis And so twenty years pa**ed, and he forgot about the covenant made Until a man knockned on his mansion door Dressed in a tailored suite of Suede The man had a familiar style, he had the smile of a crocodile He held a contract and said "Boy it's time to go to hell because your soul is mine" So that completes the story of our tragic hero's demise Can you work out where we learnt to sing? We can be your guides And take you to the crossroads, bargain with your soul Down at the crossroads it's all for rock'n'roll Welcome to the crossroad, bargain with your soul Down at the crossroad, it's all for rock'n'roll