(Bruce Cockburn)



Chorus

Tie me at the crossroads when I die

Hang me in the wind til I get good and dry

And the kids that pass 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 passing fade, all there is to say

Is, you know I loved you all in my particular way.



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



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