Triple Crossroad Blues

Get on board, get on board
Get on board to the end of the line
Get on board, get on board
Punch your ticket for the end of time
In West Virginia, at the bottom of the map
Three roads cross at Cumberland Gap
Where 25 East makes a southward bend
And Interstate 58 comes to an end
Get on board, get on board
Get on board to the end of the line
Middle of summer, sun overhead
Hot blue blazes, nine shades of red
Kentucky, Virginia, Tennessee
Converge all around as you can see
Stand at the crossroads if you dare
Deal with the devil more than half a care
Get on board, get on board
Get on board to the end of the line
If you got nerve, but brains you lack
Meet at the crossroads, don’t turn back
Jack met the devil with the bottle in his hand
Full of moonshine liquor, his personal brand
Essence of starlight, all you can stand
Brewed in hell at the devil’s command
Get on board, get on board
Get on board to the end of the line
Jack didn’t care to die or to live
Didn’t need nothing the devil could give
The devil said, Jack, you’re an upright man
One in ten thousand, you understand
Stout at heart, and a dozen times true
I just might sell my soul to you
Get on board, get on board
Get on board to the end of the line
Middle of summer, sun overhead
Hot blue blazes, nine shades of red
Jack said, Satan, I appreciate
The compliment, and reciprocate
Politics got more to seek than you
Stand me a glass of your home-made brew
Get on board, get on board
Get on board to the end of the line
Get on board, get on board
Punch your ticket for the end of time
Punch your ticket for the end of time
Get on board, get on board
Get on board, get on board