Crossroad Caravan Lyrics - Hart Corey

Six years old 

And the summer was cold and 

Once again we were movin' on 

My old man 

Well he don't understand 

Can't you see she cries again 

You gave us shelter 

Your arms could melt her 

You gave us all 

A good, good life 

She woke up one night 

With the world on her shoulders 

May sound funny 

But I think she felt free 

Here we go 

The wind blows 

Crossroad caravan 

No 'o 

On a caravan 

'O no.