Tie Me At The Crossroads - Bruce Cockburn

    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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