There's a place everybody knows
They call it the crossroads and I've got to go
Put on your highway shoes - put em on
I'm at the eleventh bar of a twelve bar blues
New Orleans is calling Chicago too
No money and I don't know what to do
Put on your highway shoes - put em on
I'm at the eleventh bar of a twelve bar blues
I've got to get out of the hole I'm in
If I don't I'm going to sink so low
I've got to get out on the open road
And let my spirit go
If you're feeling miserable
Don't let it get you down
Just start to smile and
Wipe away your frown
Put on your highway shoes - put em on
I'm at the eleventh bar of a twelve bar blues