Crossroads Gospel

Grace was the preacher's only daughter

Raised on prayers and holy water

But she saw the dust on a stranger's boots

And wanted to dig up her shallow roots

Now they're runnin' where the blacktop ends Leavin' behind her father's hymns

With the devil's wind blowin' in her hair She don't look back

'cause he's waitin' there

Preacher stood on the wooden porch steps

Holdin' his bible and holdin' his breath

But the headlights cut through the county line

Leaving a trail of dust and pine

Now they're runnin' where the blacktop ends Leavin' behind her father's hymns

With the devil's wind blowin' in her hair She don't look back

'cause he's waitin' there

Running fast, running free...

Yeah, she's gone with the wind

(gone,

gone)