[4/4, mod. slow country blues] CROSSES BY THE ROADSIDE --J. Wrabek 1. I don’t cry as much as I used to do But them little white crosses still remind me of you, Standing up straight with their arms stretched out wide; The flowers went a long time ago, ‘Cause the magic’s gone that made them grow But I got crosses by the roadside to remind me where the flowers died. 2. I kept your voice on the telephone, And I call sometimes when I’m feelin’ alone To hear you say you’ll get back to me by and by; I know you’re lyin’, but it’s okay— It helps to get me through one more day— I got crosses by the roadside to remind me where the flowers died. CHORUS: And they say, “Hey buddy, better take it slow, There’s curves ahead, it’s a dangerous road And you might be the one that gets left alive…” Try makin’ your way down that road alone With your tires flat, and your engine gone, And crosses by the roadside to remind you where the flowers died. 3. When I’m hungry, and it’s getting’ dark, I make my way to the amusement park And visit all the places where we cried; The haunted house done lost its ghosts, And the roller coaster no longer coasts, But I got crosses by the roadside to remind me where the flowers died. CHORUS: And they say, “Hey buddy, better take it slow, There’s curves ahead, it’s a dangerous road And you might be the one that gets left alive…” Try makin’ your way down that road alone With your tires flat, and your engine gone, And crosses by the roadside to remind you where the flowers died. 4. I get tired of playin’ this waitin’ game, Ev’ry day watchin’ things stay the same— My happiest moments were the ones spent by your side; If my dreams of Heaven all come true, I swear the whole place gonna feel like you— I got corsses by the roadside to remind me where the flowers died. CHORUS: And they say, “Hey buddy, better take it slow, There’s curves ahead, it’s a dangerous road And you might be the one that gets left alive…” Try makin’ your way down that road alone With your tires flat, and your engine gone, And crosses by the roadside to remind you where the flowers died. TAG: I got crosses by the roadside to remind me where the flowers died. © 2008 J. Wrabek dba Outside Services Ltd. All the usual rights reserved just in case. I don’t think anybody—human, flower or otherwise—was harmed in the writing of this song.