Tie Me At The Crossroads

Tie me at the crossroads when I die
 Hang me in the wind 'til I get good and dry
 And the kids that pass can scratch their heads
 And say 'who was that guy?'
 Tie me at the crossroads when I die
 Looking outward see what you can see
 By the time you look at something it's already history
 As the echoes of our passing fade, all there is to say
 Is, 'You know I loved you all in my particular way'
 Tie me at the crossroads when I die
 Hang me in the wind 'til I get good and dry
 And the kids that pass can scratch their heads
 And say 'who was that guy?'
 Tie me at the crossroads when I die
 It's more blessed to give than it is to receive
 Except when it comes to free advice I believe
 Here I go anyway, back seat driving tonight
 Move fast, stay cool, keep your eye on the front sight
 Tie me at the crossroads when I die
 Hang me in the wind 'til I get good and dry
 And the kids that pass can scratch their heads
 And say 'who was that guy?'
 Tie me at the crossroads when I die