One day with my six strings I went down to the crossroads I feel so funny, 'cause my tune drive to slow Look over yonder people Turn it on . . . turn it on . . . turn it on . . . My fingers over time baby To play another same old song My friend his too heavy His so lucky with his fat beef cake There's a lady in the corner Waitin' for his autograph . . . autograph . . . Look over yonder people Turn it on . . . turn it on . . . turn it on . . . My soul was empty To play another same old song One day with my six strings I went down to the crossroads I feel so funny, 'cause my tune drive to slow Look over yonder people Turn it on . . . turn it on . . . turn it on . . . My soul was empty To play another same old song . . .