The Cross Road

It was late one Friday afternoon
If my mind serves me right
Finished up my evening chores
And set out on my bike
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
Stopped an old man up ahead
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 thе Cross Road
It's your best bet
The ridе 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 Cross Road

Sunday morning found me listening
To the preacher man
Talking 'bout the way to make it
To the promised land
He 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 Cross Road
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 Cross Road

Take the Cross Road

Take the Cross Road
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 Cross Road

Trust me, son
Take the Cross Road