Standing At The Crossroads
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Version 1 is a live recording, performed with a band
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lyrics
Oh Australia is where the beautiful people are
You got so many crazy kind of animals
And at night you got millions of stars
But you got to love one another
I see those aboriginals standing outside the bar
You must love one another
Well I'm standing at the crossroads
Don't know which way to go
I'm standing at the crossroads
Don't know which way to go
Some people take the high road
Some people take the low
Way back among the woods among the evergreens
Down near New Orleans
There lived a ???
A little boy named Johnny B Goode
Never ever learned to read or write too well
But he guitar just like a ringing a bell
Oh oh (go)
Go Johnny go go go go-oh
Go Johnny go go go woo
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Oh oh-oh oh-ah
Johnny be good
No bridge [Spoken]
If you are standing at the crossroads
And you don't feel well
You see Johnny guitar
And he's playing just like a ringing a bell
Then you must tell him this
Tell him that the high road goes to heaven
And the low road goes to hell
Go go Johnny go go go take that high road
Go go Johnny go go go take that high road
See that cross made of wood, little Johnny be good
Thanks for coming to the last concert of the last tour
And if you're standing at the crossroads and you don't know which way to go
Just remember Jesus is coming back to earth
Sweet chariot's gonna swing low [Spoken]
Standing at the crossroads, which way should we go
Standing at the crossroads, which way should we go
Jesus stands at your heart and he keeps on knocking and knocking on your door
He keeps on knocking on your door
Go wo-oh
Wey
You got so many crazy kind of animals
And at night you got millions of stars
But you got to love one another
I see those aboriginals standing outside the bar
You must love one another
Well I'm standing at the crossroads
Don't know which way to go
I'm standing at the crossroads
Don't know which way to go
Some people take the high road
Some people take the low
Way back among the woods among the evergreens
Down near New Orleans
There lived a ???
A little boy named Johnny B Goode
Never ever learned to read or write too well
But he guitar just like a ringing a bell
Oh oh (go)
Go Johnny go go go go-oh
Go Johnny go go go woo
Go Johnny go go go
Go Johnny go go go
Oh oh-oh oh-ah
Johnny be good
No bridge [Spoken]
If you are standing at the crossroads
And you don't feel well
You see Johnny guitar
And he's playing just like a ringing a bell
Then you must tell him this
Tell him that the high road goes to heaven
And the low road goes to hell
Go go Johnny go go go take that high road
Go go Johnny go go go take that high road
See that cross made of wood, little Johnny be good
Thanks for coming to the last concert of the last tour
And if you're standing at the crossroads and you don't know which way to go
Just remember Jesus is coming back to earth
Sweet chariot's gonna swing low [Spoken]
Standing at the crossroads, which way should we go
Standing at the crossroads, which way should we go
Jesus stands at your heart and he keeps on knocking and knocking on your door
He keeps on knocking on your door
Go wo-oh
Wey