Robert Johnson

Lyrics
[Verse 1] In the year of '36 in the town of San Antone A young man in a hotel room stares down a microphone Well, he sings each song once, then sings it once again And each song come from a hole inside where a soul once had been [Verse 2] The records made the jukes all throughout the Southland Pretty women wondered was he charmed or was he damned? Look over his shoulder, was there something there he feared? Turn your back for just one second, the man disappeared [Verse 3] Word came through St. Louis up to Chicago And all the way to New York City where the blues just come and go Someone took his picture once and an angel stopped and cried In his eyes, it was there to see: he'd crossed the other side [Verse 4] In a bar on a warm spring night was a man come through the door He had a bottle with a broken label and Robert seen his face before He said, "This is my very best; drink it down, drink it slow 'Cause when I call your name again, you just pack up and go" [Guitar Solo] [Verse 5] Was it some kind of trick or did he jump the price? Or did he find a way in hell to sell his own soul twice? 'Cause there's a cry in the wind tonight and only one man makes that sound Baby, grab your hat and coat, Robert Johnson's back in town [Instrumental Outro]
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Credits
- Writers
- Bill Morrissey