People, I was standin at the crossroad,

With my head hung down and cryin.

Yes, standin at the crossroad,

With my head hung down and cryin.

Well, I was lookin for my baby,

And I know she's not around.

I work hard for my baby,

She treat me like a slave.

I work hard for my baby,

She treat me like a slave.

Yeah, she must be tired of livin,

I'll put her six feet in her grave.

Well, I was standin at the crossroad,

And my baby not around.

Standin at the crossroad,

And my baby not around.

Well, I begin to wonder,

Is poor Elmo sinkin down?

Well, I was standin here waiting, baby,

With my heart right in my hand.

Yes, standin here waiting, baby,

With my heart right in my hand.

Well, I was lookin for my baby,

She was out with another man.