Gather round gather round
I’m finna tell you a story now
A story about a man that we all meet one day
I can’t tell you how your story ends
I can only tell you how mine does
Listen up


Met a man at the crossroads he offered me diamonds and gold
Said I could have anything I wanted all I had to do was give him my soul
Said I didn’t have no time to thank had to make my choice right now
I told him no disrespect mister but I’ll make it someway somehow


I’m on my way I’m on my way
I got work to do
I’m on my way I’m on my way
I don’t know bout you I don’t know bout you
But I’m on my way yea I’m on my way
There ain’t nuttin to say it ain’t nuttin to say
Yea I’m on my way I make my own way
Cause that’s how I want it

A couple years later I was down on my luck
Sitting at a bar in new orleons
I Got a cold chill running up my spine
I knew em as soon as I saw em
It was the same man from the crossroads
He said that he could fix were I failed
I looked thst man right in his eyes
Said my soul it ain’t fir sell

I’m on my way I’m on my way
I got work to do
I’m on my way I’m on my way
I don’t know bout you I don’t know bout you
But I’m on my way yea I’m on my way
There ain’t nuttin to say it ain’t nuttin to say
Yea I’m on my way I make my own way
Cause that’s how I want it