The song tells the story of a man who wakes up to heartbreak, loss, and inner torment. After being abandoned by the woman he loved, he finds himself haunted by memories, regret, and a deep sense of emptiness. As he wanders through life, he symbolically meets the Devil at a crossroads, representing a moment of temptation and self-reflection. Throughout the song, he grapples with themes of love, death, sin, and the search for freedom. The chorus repeats his pivotal encounter with the Devil, emphasizing how it changed him forever. Ultimately, the song paints a picture of a man shaped by suffering but still chasing redemption on a lonely road.


Lyrics:

Title: "Devil at the Crossroads"

Tempo: Slow shuffle blues – Harmonica intro over acoustic slide guitar

[Intro – Harmonica & Guitar]
[12 bars – moody, dirty slide and bent harp notes]


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[Verse 1]
Woke up this mornin', sky was black as sin
The bottle was empty, the fire burned within
She left a letter, said “Don’t follow me”
Now I’m talkin’ to the mirror, beggin’ to be free
The wind howled like a hound through the sycamore trees
And I swear I heard the Devil laughin’ in the breeze


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[Chorus – Hookline]
I met the Devil at the crossroads, tryin’ to sell me my name
Love left me dyin’, but freedom calls through the flame
Oh, I met the Devil at the crossroads, and I ain’t never been the same


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[Verse 2]
Mama told me, “Boy, don’t chase that thrill”
But I danced with danger just to feel somethin’ real
Love came like thunder, then it rolled away
Left me countin’ tombstones in the light of day
I buried my heart under blood and bone
Now I ride this highway achin’ and alone


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[Chorus – Hookline]
I met the Devil at the crossroads, tryin’ to sell me my name
Love left me dyin’, but freedom calls through the flame
Oh, I met the Devil at the crossroads, and I ain’t never been the same


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[Bridge – Harmonica & Guitar]
[Slow-down, heavy bends – call and response between harp and slide guitar]
[“Ain’t no savior on this road, just dust and broken souls…”]


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[Verse 3]
Saw a preacher cryin’ by a burnin’ gate
Said, “Son, even Heaven makes you wait”
I tipped my hat and I walked on by
With a dead man’s grin and a bloodshot eye
‘Cause I ain’t afraid of Hell no more
I shook hands with death and he opened the door


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[Chorus – Hookline]
I met the Devil at the crossroads, tryin’ to sell me my name
Love left me dyin’, but freedom calls through the flame
Oh, I met the Devil at the crossroads, and I ain’t never been the same


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[Outro – Spoken over harmonica vamp]
Yeah… life took my woman… death took my pride…
But freedom’s just a step beyond the fire…
And the Devil?
He’s just a man with a deal you can’t trust…

[Harmonica fades into the distance]



Devil at the Crossroads

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🎵 Khakestari (Visualizer) – Hudy
🎙 Artist / Lyrics: Hudy
🎧 Beat Producer, Mix & Master: Pedram Azad
🎨 Cover Art: Akvan
🎬 Visualizer: Sepehr Adivi
📀 Publisher: Vage Media

Hudy – Khakestari

DAY not Over (prod.dexter Yu)

Home ain’t always home.
Sometimes it’s a smile painted over bars.
Sometimes it’s four walls whispering,
“You owe us who you are.”

“Family first,” that’s what they preach, right?
Funny how the “first” in line is always the fight.
Every hug came with a warning,
Every kiss came with a rule,
Every “We love you,”
Came with a version of me I had to prove.

They say I speak in storms,
But they’re the ones who taught me rain.
They said I’m dramatic
But who gave me all this pain?
Who taught me fear in the name of love?
Who taught me silence to keep them above?
Who wrapped me tight
Just to call it a hug?
Who clipped my wings
And called it “making sure you don’t get hurt”?

Nah
They feared the sky more than I did.
So they buried my flight
Before I ever learned to lift.

Why does “We’re just trying to help”
Feel like someone pressing thumbs into my chest?
Why does “We care”
Sounds like “Don’t you dare take one step”?

These walls got names.
Every brick’s a command I never agreed to take.
Every crack’s a truth I wasn’t allowed to say.
They said they’re keeping me safe
But all I feel is afraid.
Caught in a cage
Made of guilt, and love, and things I can’t explain.
They call it “family.”
I call it “chains.”
They call it “care.”
But it feels like they want me restrained.

I don’t blame them, that’s the worst part.
It’s hard to fight a prison
When the guards think they’re protecting your heart.
Hard to scream “LET ME OUT!”
When the ones holding the door
Are crying at the thought
Of you ever wanting more.

“Stay close.”
“Stay small.”
“Stay safe.”
Translation?
“Stay exactly where we can watch you fall.”
They built the box,
Then told me it was home.
Told me space was disrespect,
Told me wanting life was wrong.

And the guilt
God, the guilt is a masterpiece.
They play it soft on the strings in me.
Every time I try to move,
They break just enough
To pull me back with the line:
“Don’t you care about us?”

Love shouldn’t feel like panic.
Love shouldn’t feel like tiptoeing.
Love shouldn’t feel like drowning in someone else’s hoping.
Love shouldn’t feel like being the villain
For choosing your own story.
Love shouldn’t feel like apologizing
For wanting to exist fully.

These walls got names.
Every brick’s a demand that keeps me in place.
Every shadow is guilt painted over my face.
They say they’re keeping me safe—
But safety shouldn’t suffocate.
I’m stuck in a cage
Built by love, redesigned into pain.
They call it devotion.
I call it shame.
They call it “stay home.”
But home feels like
A lock with my name.

Maybe they don’t see the harm.
Maybe they’re blind to the scars.
Maybe they think the world is cruel
So they never saw the cruelty in how they held my arms.

But protection without trust
Is a prettier word for fear.
And fear disguised as love
Is the softest kind of spear.

One day I’ll walk out.
Not to leave them behind
But to stop leaving myself behind for them.
One day I’ll breathe air
Not filtered through their doubt.
One day I’ll speak
Without worrying who I’ll let down.
One day I’ll love them
Without losing myself in the amount.

One day I’ll stand outside
And look back without shame
And I’ll see the truth:
The door was always open…
But guilt kept writing my name
On every wall
So I’d think leaving
Was a sin I couldn’t reclaim.

These walls got names…
But none of them
Are mine.

Walls with names [UNCHAINED]

Story of losing the horse, old Dodge, dog, and house through the county courts, with the ex taking it all — but finding hope that life will get better. We’ll capture that feeling of having nowhere lower to go, with the bridge lifting you emotionally, using warm, blues‑styled vocals, rich harmonies, and a heartfelt Southern groove.

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