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People, I was standin at the crossroad,
With my head hung down and cryin.
Yes, standin at the crossroad,
With my head hung down and cryin.
Well, I was lookin for my baby,
And I know she's not around.
I work hard for my baby,
She treat me like a slave.
I work hard for my baby,
She treat me like a slave.
Yeah, she must be tired of livin,
I'll put her six feet in her grave.
Well, I was standin at the crossroad,
And my baby not around.
Standin at the crossroad,
And my baby not around.
Well, I begin to wonder,
Is poor Elmo sinkin down?
Well, I was standin here waiting, baby,
With my heart right in my hand.
Yes, standin here waiting, baby,
With my heart right in my hand.
Well, I was lookin for my baby,
She was out with another man.
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